I can’t even begin to put into words how great this month has been. And that’s not just a cop out and a reversion beack to the way I couldn’t communicate my feelings 5 or 6 years ago… I really can’t even begin to describe it. Perhaps it is because I am very tired.
Monthly Archive for May, 2005
I am a walking zombie again… living and working have consumed all of my time this past weekend. It was great but I am totally paying for it right now… this afternoon's shift has totally sucked. I've also sort of lost touch with the cool little community I was involved in here… so hopefully I can catch up with that soon… tonight will probably be reserved for sleep catch-up though. So maybe Wednesday or Thursday. Sorry to anyone who's wondered if I'm or something… I'm not quite dead yet.
this three-eyed dog who sends messages to outer space out his head has brightened my tired day
last time i performed in a gymnasium = 1997. d’oh, i’m old[er than all these students, anyway].
As I have mentioned to some of you and written elsewhere… My life has sort of metamorphosed into something a tad more normal. I have injected [what I thought was] a healty dose of "live a little" into my previously somewhat dull life. Unfortunately, all this "living" has cut into my sleeping time and I am a walking zombie today. I will be living on caffeine for the rest of the day. This includes a couple more hours of work and a gig. Wee! Wish me luck! I'm gonna go get some coffee before I have to drive the van
woo… another blog I tend to ignore. whaddayaknow. blogtastic.
Item no. 1: I have decided to inject my lifestyle with a healthy dose of “live a little.” If it works out, I will stay a little more sane than usual… and if it doesn’t work out, I will blame this site for reuniting me with all these great old friends and distracting me from my fairly authentic (yet somewhat boring) life.
Item no. 2: I have cut my hair for the first time in 10 years and I like it. I also got some new glasses and I like them, too… though the new style has combined to make me into some sort of “Mikey from American Chopper clone.” I don’t really know the guy except from the AOL TV ads, but apparently, he’s the cool one on the show. I guess I’m ok with this. In summary, I am not Mikey.
Item no. 3: there was an item no. 3, but I forgot what it was.
a bank has donated a bunch of money to the YMCA and is now forcing their dogma down kids throats
woot