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If you've been reading here at all you know I like the coffee. Not that yesterday was any major exception with regard to intake, but results were pretty awe-inspringly different.

Spent the day pretty much in Turbo boost. Crazy crazy crazy. Just worked on this track that I've been focusing on. It's been laptopped through like 10 states and is finally taking shape. So in this state yesterday I really started to HEAR IT.

Got a call from the shop that one of the great great great folks in the world was up there. Of course I was trying to FTP something for my label and got bogged and missed him (he told my housemate, "he probably flaked," which made me sad. Anyway, I got the track up and walked down the street and heard someone yelling my name. It was this dude from one of the first bands I ever recorded. He's truly a visionary of the cyberpunk reality but in a hardcore ghetto way. I got in his car and he played me his (hardcore) band's new track from his Sony Clie' on the car stereo. I looked up at the crane above us and for some reason, "Today's just like Sept. 11th" the sky was so blue.

Back at Tryst for the 2nd round. 2 coffees. First food of the day. More people I haven't seen in forever. It was insane. Yesterday I ran into more people I haven't seen then, whenever. DCCD, ahhh ANOTHER.

Home for a while. Back to the track. Trying to come down off my quivering lip screaming coffee high. Eventually made it out to catch my friend's DJ gig at this bar. Rock night! Fuck yeah! Well kinda. the place had the weird coke vibe but no one was on coke as far as I knew. it's scary when people are that fucked and hyped and aggro and it's just Sierra...something's not right. Did the 12th grade just get out? Anyway, my friend is perpetually losing at love. Me I just circle in a holding pattern above love, but don't land hardly ever. I like flying better. She's a serial dater. So I'm calling you out girl:

I love you to death like a sis and all and the story's getting old! You need to take a break and be psyched for a while w/o some dude who's really nice for a while and then fucks you over like a 32-year-old ex-junkie brat. Be psyched and take a break. Be rad. Be ALONE!!!! Jeeeeez!

Sorry, I had to get it out cause I didn't feel like yelling it into the phone just now. You just get tired of watching your friends perpetually driving themselves into the emotional ghetto and getting plugged by the secretly dickhead driveby.

Luuuuhhhhhhvvvvvv....AMERICAN STYLE!!!!!

It was a fun time despite my inability to really keep it together and the fact that I didn't have enough cash on me to do anything about it and get drunk, so I bolted and went to the cat for a nice calming shot of fuckin' Jaegermeister and a rad conversation w/2 friends of mine from around the way. Went to Blue Room (in my neighborhood) for Matter and met w/the previous awesome person whom I missed at the shoppe and two ladies I love simply for the facts that they're amazing AND they both like Brian Eno. Nuff said. Got JRUNK! Heard some great trax. My DJ friend gave me some comp CDs from this label Kompakt that I've been wanting to check out.

Danm, that all sounds dull as shit to me. I want to be at the beach. I'm going to get a coffee, it's looking like it's going to be a rad rad rad day. Happy Day off to the workers of SG land. And "I feel your pain" for the rest of us that have to deal with day offers assing out the coffee shoppes!!! I'm kidding...sorta.

I promise something better next time. Go back a few, they're riveting!!! Now w/30% more clubbing and caffeine!!!