Camouflage!

Holy christ, the new Camouflage album, Relocated, is the second-best synthpop album of this year, after Depeche Mode's positively sublime Playing the Angel. In fact, Relocated sounds like Playing the Angel's less-hyped, but just as creative, younger brother. This music is perfect background sound for working out class notes and assignments, so eolh, take note!

My GOD, I need to DJ again soon. Seriously, somebody must need a New/Newer Wave DJ to at least fill in an hour guest slot somewhere!!! C'mon, you fucking hipsters, give a brotha a few minutes on the laptop and your booties will be shaken (not stirred).

Labor(ed breathing) Day

Holy crap...I don't know what the heck has been plagueing me today, but I literally cannot stop coughing. Yes, that old familiar curse has come back to haunt me yet again. I've been having some major allergy troubles all weekend--been eating Benadryl like they were Smarties--an, yes, sometimes if my allergies get too bad they'll really irritate my throat and set me to coughing...but, man, I don't remember it being this bad. I can barely talk right now, and I'm so damned tired from all the Benadryl (and the Robitussin now) I'm going to crawl into bed and doze off in about fifteen minutes.

Luckily, I did get stuff accomplished today: All of my class stuff figured out for the week, some basic house maintenance, and a trip to WalMart for cough medicine and enough Halls Mentholyptus coughdrops to keep me mentholated for six years. I also published something "new" to Pegritz.com--a little piece about empty parkinglots and holidays that I actually wrote last week but never actually got around to publishing until today.

Also, thanks to an anonymous tip on LJ, I have discovered something truly, unbelievably, unimaginably AWESOME: THE COMATEENS HAVE A MYSPACE PAGE!!!!! I'll freakout about that in detail tomorrow, though, because right now I'm fighting to keep my head from banging into the keyboard as I pass out.