It’s Sunday morning. I’ve got to drag my butt over to Amoeba for another nine hours, which is tricky, since I spent eight hours there yesterday followed by seven hours DJ-ing Sirry’s birthday party. That’s about five and a half hours of sleep. But hey, since I don’t drink when I spin, I don’t have a hangover.
And some Sunday amusement for ya:
Via boing boing, here’s an interesting phenomenon. Someone in the UK thought to test the drinking water for antidepressants and discovered that so much of it has been consumed there that traces of un-metabolized Prozac lace the city’s water supply.
