We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

I think I'll probably die of a brain aneurysm.

There's a fucked up couple fighting outside my window. She keeps calling him a crackhead and he keeps running away from her. Maybe running away from her isn't the right phrase, he keeps sprinting away from her at top speed. It's like Roger Bannister is hanging out on my street...well Roger Bannister with some serious domestic issues.

When some people get frustrated they start throwing things around and punching walls, when I get mad I clean up. I sort movies by type, alphabetize my cds and color code my books. I'm sure that makes me some sort of conservative nazi. Everything fits into its little compartment and when it doesn't, I cut and clip what doesn't fit.

I think I am just upset because I have a canker sore, a headache that won't go away and a wisdom tooth coming in that is driving me insane. On top of this I am working 12 days straight, still have 3 outstanding freelance projects to finish and have to try and fit in a recording session for the last Die Brucke recordings.

I feel ill.

Oh and yesterday I had to leave set to buy a dozen blizzards...28 years old and I am doing blizzard runs. That's my job, blizzard errand boy.

I hate having a cell phone.

Sometimes I really want to quit my job.
More on this...later.

I also fucking hate guest lists, unless it involves me returning the favour of someone putting me on a guest list(s).

I hate feeling so pissed off.

I am glad that the only Husker Du album I have in the house is New Day Rising, can you imagine how depressing it would be to listen to Candy Apple Grey right now?

I wish I wouldn't be such a sad sack right now. Talking to Stephan and Kara made me feel better.

I remembered last night how good Gerry is at math. It's awesome.

The Gamma Gamma Rays and Take on Me had to hang out at my house while the other bands played at Gus's last night. Due to regulations about underage performers, those two bands could only be in the bar for the duration of their set. It was kind of a pain in the ass for them, but they were super about it. They played guitar hero with Mark Gillis while Prisoners played.
I'm glad I have understanding and entertaining roommates.

Lachie's moving soon. It's going to suck. I keep ignoring the fact that he will be moving, but it's going to happen so I better face it.

We're playing our last show with Lachie at the Attic with Orphan Choir (ex Searching for Chin) and The Establishment. The show is March 2nd. After that we're playing a few shows with super sub, Jim MacAlpine. We're playing with Fuck the Facts on March 26th and DOA on April 7th.

Sometime after that we'll have a new permanent bass player.