1:45 am
Mundane details of daily life:
Ed arrived, late.
I ran after a bus for three blocks and caught it.
I ran out of change after getting to the airport.
Le'a cooked a hell of a lot of food.
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I don't know what to be doing right now. I am tired enough to sleep, I suppose. For some reason I feel this faint feeling
of excitement. Is it still excitement if it's really mild? Maybe I'm what's called "restless". In any case, I am keeping my
friction-heated contact lenses in and my numb eyes open. I could answer my email for once. Say everything I was gonna say two weeks ago.
That would require thought, however, and involve the possibility of negatively affecting others as a result of my current
irresponsibly apathetic mood. Mode. Whatever. I think I'll play table games instead.
Words I said too many times today:
Terrific - Yeah - Robot - El Nino - Weird
Artificial - Good - Really
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So let's see. The things that I'm thinking about now are: Hawaii, Jobs, People who live in Hawaii, Money, Routers, and
my upcoming gig at the colorbox, a Seattle club. December 8th, the band will be playing the colorbox (colourbox? Is that hipper?)
opposite a bunch of electronic bands. We're last, as we are accustomed to being when playing a new place, but that means that we won't
be playing at the same time as Jane's Addiction. I'm thinking maybe four people will be around at that time. Still, it's nice to have a gig.
How I think of it now: "I have to get through the gig to get to Hawaii and Christmas." Gigs are especially stressful for me because unlike
most other members of the band, I can't just show up and start playing on that day. I've taken responsibility of MIDI data being ready
to serve in real time. It's gotta be baked the day before. Usually at 6 am, with lots of caffeine.
In the aftermath of gigs I sometimes wax all poetic. Yucko. Beforemath, too. I don't want to think of myself as waxing
anything in particular. Can you wax stupid? This is waxing in the moon sense and not the carnauba sense, right? I lost my dictionary.
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4:06 pm
Things to do:
Get a Job
Figure out how to eat several separate thanksgiving dinners
Clean up room better
Learn Everything about everything new.
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I am going to try and eat Thanksgiving dinner that Dad's making AND the one that Le'a is making. This may require
talents of regurgitation heretofore unused by me. ("Heretofore". "Up until now". "Before now". Nope, heretofore still works best.)
I could just eat real daintily at both. Celebrate gluttony, man. I barely remembered that other people are praying at their dinners.
I guess they know who to thank for their food. Heh. God, and not the person right in front of them who spent 2 days and $150 getting the dinner cooked.
Well, maybe they're thanking god...uh...for the...no, that doesn't make sense either. I guess it's basically "Thank god we're not homeless or poor".
Do you think the homeless and poor spend thanksgiving ranting at god (or maybe GOD or God or gOD or Ghod) for being responsible for their crappy life?
I can't think of many worse things to be than wet, cold, hungry, and ignored in a box under the freeway.
"How could you do this to me, God?" "It was easy. I could turn you into a fish, too, just like THAT!"
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