On repeat: Lover, You Should Have Come Over, by Jeff Buckley.
On my desk: Velcro hair roller, nail clippers, cannabis incense, a picture of my dad when he was in the Navy, a guitar pick that formerly belonged to my best friend (and before that belonged to the guitarist from Mago de Oz).
On IM's: A conversation about how Disney and Lifetime are warping the minds of mothers everywhere.
On my screen: The same picture I've been staring at all day; tabs.
On my face: Nothing but moisturizer and sunblock, for the first time in a long time.
On my bed: A Tamuga shirt that doesn't belong to me, but that I want to keep.
On my mind: How my mind is so jumbled up at the moment. I can't think of anything long enough to write about it.