• 1:36 A.M.
  What will the Kurt museum be called?

So I get a job and drop off the face of the earth for a while. I don't just mean, off the face of the "internet". I feel like my kitchen, my car, my couch have not seen me in weeks. I wake up at 8. Shower, dress, out the door. At work at 9:30. Work makes time go really fast. I exit hyperspace at 6:30, bus gets me home at 7:30. I sit around decompressing and snacking, then I have an hour of drum rudiments and half an hour of guitar (or vice verse) then I eat dinner and it's time to go to sleep. On weekends I see Helen, sleep, do laundry, and other errands. I knew it was going to be like this, I predicted it. I guess I'm just a little surprised that it is really like this.

I am a little sad that I will not be telling stories about the characters at work. Coming in contact with so many new people has opened up a new world of wacky subjects. Also, the nature of work is such that it is full of funny idiosyncracies that only exist in the self-contained universe of business society. Examined from home, they are seriously goofy. The one thing I will share is that the tight-lipped high-eyebrowed smile is alive and well in modern day office hallways.

Crap, I did a lot of stuff. Uh..

Marched in a protest against starting wars

Rode the Chilly Hilly 2003

Bought new clothes at a big weird clothing store

Explored the weird world of outside

I don't know what this thing is, but I like it

L/R: Pam, Steve, Helen, Fireman/Surfer Bob, Andr00