The day started off kind of routine except it had worse traffic than usual.  Went through the usual meetings and daily frustrations at work.  Came home, dealt with worse traffic than on the way to work.  Sometimes i wonder why anyone bothers to sit in traffic/congestion and not just get out of their cars and walk.  We waste too much of our lives traveling to nowhere and back again.  Yet, there's no real way around it, technology hasn't been developed to the point to instantly get warped to where we need to go. When I got home, I did the pointless usuals: light exercise, listen to music, respond to email, read, stuff like that.  Not exactly mundane, yet nothing exciting or that fresh.  Sometimes it feels like I'm living in a circle, and the days revolve around me like an odd carousel of glass.  each day has the same things to do in the glass, but as they spin by me and I interact, they're slightly distorted and different in the glass at each revolution. Eventually Dave came by for us to go to the Museum of Contemporary Art's Summer Solstice.  The main reason i wanted to go was to see Richard Devine.  On the way to my sister's apartment (where we would spend the night) it was raining, and we drove into the city.  It was good to see Dave, it's been about two months.  Talked about things, inane to anyone but us I suppose.  Discuss music, literature, life:  pointless to most of the modern world.  After a while, we finally found the apartment.  It smelled like girls and was obviously decorated by trendy females.  We dropped our stuff off, and left for the exhibit. Arrived, saw line, hopes immediately lowered for getting in.  Picked up a schedule, and Richard was on at 12am.  We stood in line, the human traffic highly concentrated.  It parallaled what I went through earlier with cars.  Waiting in line, you tend to gaze, think lazy thoughts.  I look at girls.  Too many pretty ones, "indie" girls who try to look lo-fi and unique but waer make up that obviously takes two hours to put on, and put much effort into finding "indie" clothes and the such.  They're all phonies but I like them anyway.  Something is seriously wrong with me:  why can't I like just one?  I've never met anyone who likes every girl he sees momentarily.  I guess I'm kind of pathetic.  So it was a bit depressing to see all those girls you like but know you'll never even talk to just walk right past.  The entire time I was waiting and thinking and looking, I had this autechre song from EP7 stuck in my mind-a simple beat and haunting melody, if you could call it that.  Eventually it got to be 12:15 and we weren't anywhere near the entrance still.  We split, took the L for thirty cents (hadn't been two hours since our last trip) and ended up at a bar Dave was familiar with.  We each paid for a round of drinks, the first time I had a whiskey sour (as good as I remembered it) and then an amaretto stone sour (better than whiskey sour).  We both got slightly intoxicated, ate free popcorn, laughed at automated gambling machines which didn't pay out anything if you won except "amusement."  I probably had more fun at that bar than I would have had I seen Richard Devine's entire set.  We walked around the city until 3am, around Lincoln Park, the docks, and the tourist district.  We ended up at a Dominick's where Dave bought macaroni and cheese to make when we got back to the apartment. Getting back, extensively sweaty and sticky, I immediately went into the shower while Dave made the pasta.  Afterwards we stayed up until about 6am watching terrible terrible television shows like "hammy the hamster" which I couldn't take and went to bed.  I only got four hours of sleep for the next day, but it didn't matter at all, I was good to go.  Odd, how you realize you don't need as much sleep as you thought you did.  Trying to ween myself off of crap that I don't need, but it's difficult.  I'm trying to teach myself to not need to breathe as well.  So far I'm up to three minutes.