Since its unexpected return my Joy Division Substance cd seems to have become my official dish washing music, generally finish filling drying rack just after 'She's Lost Control' comes on, funny.

Thinking about walking into town once my laundry's dry, maybe treating myself to some unwonted luxuries, burrito, maybe.

Was just told at length by parents about Persian buffet restaurant in Nashville they went to with my brother owned by the owner of the Fat Mo's chain of hamburger stands, sounds pretty impressive, interested to check it out, no idea when I'll be there next.

Hard to get used to pile of stuff missing from corner, in for a lot of that, I guess.