the drowning man, his hands bound

we still haven't found a fourth or fifth housemate, and while theres a last slim chance that might change this coming week, it looks at the moment like it will just the three of us; lisa, joel and i. at night joel plays weezer and devendra banhart songs on his guitar and we have sing-alongs while eating far too many strawberry injected twinkie bars, which you can buy in boxes of 30 here for, like, $1.25.

it's nice times.

here is a picture of a roadside dinosaur, which they don't have any of in egypt, to my knowledge, which is sad. imagine, a totally huge (oversized) brachiosaurus towering over the pyramids. then there would be tourists, bombings or no bombings.