I cleaned my room yesterday and put up a bunch of posters. I've been living, if you would diginify it like that, in this room for over a year. I just finally got around to making it home last night, 4 months before I'm due to split. Before I was living inside an eggshell littered with Almond Joy wrappers and peanut shells. Now it is wonderful. To wit:

I have two friendy fascism posters up. They show an american flag standing pround amidst a dump of oil drums and SCUDs. It has a little logo in the corner that shows Uncle Sam with a cheeseburger for a head and reads Patriarchal Death Machine. The kicker is that these posters are 6 or 7 years old. Precognizant. They were promo posters from IRS records (REM's old label I think) for a band/artist called Consolidated. I bought them in 1999. I also have a Junko Mizuno silkscreen, a Murray Eisner, a couple U2 posters, a Budweiser swimsuit girl on the back of the door, a Rancid poster with skull n bones that has a big picture of a mobile missile launcher in a third world village, and finally, a giant Outlaw Josey Wales poster. All are heavily smokestained. I like this. Obama for Illinois 2004, too, of course. That one is clean.

I might go crazy being sober with no chores. Anybody out there with a sink full of dishes and ten bucks to spare?
8:14 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm