Brandon came over earlyish today. I was (still) awake by then , so no problems occured. He wanted to hear some of the songs that I've recorded that I didn't release to the band or anyone. So, I played him a couple of them. "This is the most depressing song I've ever heard," he said, after hearing the one I recorded on January 27th. (I know this because they are all named after the date on which they were written.) He liked the depressing one, so I played him another one in that style. Now he thinks that I secretly write all this depressing music and never show anyone. Well, that's probably what you'd be thinking about midway through this story, too. No, I don't. What do I have to be depressed about? That last song was written during and after a phone call with Ed, who is among troubles right now.

(Not to brag, but I was a fan of Bristol-Meyers way back before they even acquired Squibb.) -tO

Speaking of Ed! Things are in motion for him to be moving up here to Seattle. He'd be living with my Dad, possibly in this very same room that I'm living in now. If I'm out of here by then that's fine, if not, he's been my roommate before and we don't get on each others' nerves all the time, so that's fine too. How about that? I always thought that everyone else (including me) would end up moving down to California. Actually, that could still happen some time in the future. Waaaay off in the future.

I think I hate getting a new job even more than I hate the moving itself. It's bad that I waited this long to start trying in earnest. I know the difference between REALLY trying and just sorta making gestures at something. I knew this whole time I was just weakly nodding in response to my urge to get a job. I really started stomping around last week. This week I am in an email flurry. Phone calls are starting to come in.

Maybe I just wasn't ready to deal with all the people yet. Well bring them on. I'd like to see if I can make myself look worse than I already have. Yeh. Hah ha.

I wonder if Kris knows I went into Ben's office at his workplace and wrote "Pig Pen Ben" all over his whiteboard.

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