went to dr. wax today after lunch, looking for some stuff that they did not, it turns out, actually have.

all day yesterday i spent moping about how come i can’t find a place online to sell me a single replacement LP jacket (or, more accurately, a quantity less than ten) or single relacement LP inner sleeves (again more accurately, fewer than one hundred). i finally decided that the next time i was in a used record store, i’d ask them if they would sell me a couple.

so what did i do today when i was in a used record store? i freaking forgot. of course. because i’m a dipshit.

argh.