Why ruin a perfectly good day by waking up on time? In this case, early morning is the only time me and my bandmates were able to schedule together. Strangely, I was the one to wake the others up with the telephone. I guess it's not exactly "strange", since we all went to sleep around 4 AM. It's not exactly unusual for me to be the one keeping up with appointment schedules, either. Still, I'd feel the arrogance of, "typically, I was the one to get up on time and be a fucking human palm pilot for those not privileged enough to have an electronic one." So now I'm sitting here, awake since 9 in the morning, with nothing to do but eat nanaimo bars and pee.

My car sits "in" my garage, packed with half a ton of band gear. The practice studio we store those things in closes at 2 AM, long before we managed to get away from last night's gig. The gig itself was interesting; several people requested CDs, even though we had none on display (or available), and two guys from "the east coast" who were "scouting" asked us for extended contact information. They were probably just two guys fresh out of an A&R correspondence course, but they did say we were the only interesting music they had heard yet in Seattle (they must have aced the "blowing smoke up the asses of artistes" portion of their final exams). Brian and Kris kind of dropped the ball on that one, repeatedly giving our URL to the guys when they clearly wanted something, anything on paper. It's hard not to want to control and do every task related to the band. For me. The control maniac.

Kudos to today for being the last binary-looking date we'll see for eight years or so. So many ones! Also today: Eloise's birthday. Eloise being Kris' very youthful girlfriend. Last night she mentioned, seemingly without thinking, that she wrote something in her LiveJournal. At least, that's what I thought she said. Doesn't anyone have a DIARY anymore? Man, that made me feel old. Of course, anyone over 30 will not have much sympathy for me.

Yeah, I've got the metabolism of a dot com.