Bad day.
-have 1 dollar in my wallet
-i pulled/twisted/almost threw out my back Saturday night.
-I only had some spring rolls for breakfast. Then i took some Aleve, which didnt work, so i took some other painkiller that they had in the first aid kit that had Acetomenophen, Asprin, some other painkiller & caffine. That didnt work and then i found what i was originally looking for, Ibuprophem. Took them.
-Eventually my back was a little numbed so i was doing things that i probably shouldn't have been doing setting up sound for the show, thereby straining my back even more.
-Then the little bit of food i had wore off, i was hungry, and the pills began eating away at my stomach.
-Came home and ate, but t'was too late, my stomach had too many pills with not enough food. It hurt like fuck and made me nautious too.
-I dont puke, i have no gag reflex. Gay guys love me when i tell them that, but it does me no good when all i really want to do is puke up whatever is in my stomach and feel better.
-I have my cosnolidated student loans automatically being taken out of my checing account in NYC tomorry; the one with no money in it. The Account i have here in N.O. has the money. I have no way of getting the money into the right account in time. That sucks. I have to remember to change accounts before next month.
-I really just wanted to go out tonight. Maybe head uptown and visit HyenaHell at her bar or something. Alas, Sintantrix has to work at the crack of dawn so she cant come out, i still only have 1 dollar in my wallet, my back's all fucked, and my stomach is all fucked, so i cant go out.
On the brighter side of things, i have 2 paychecks to deposit when i wake up. Also, the show kicked ass, and the more i do sound for these guys, the better it fucking gets, and the happier they are, the better they play, and the better they play the better Mary sings. It's nice actually having a job where you can be proud of the final product. It's nice having a job where others are dependent on you, and happy with your final product.
I'm not trying to advertise her CDs, i'm just showing you who's sound i'm in charge of on Saturday and Sunday, her "exclusive" New Orleans shows.
She's also on the bill to Sing for the Olympic committee as part of the New Orleans Bid for hosting the olympics in 2000-something-or-other. The Olympic commmittee rented out the ENTIRE BourbonOrleans Hotel for judging New Orleans. The owners of that hotel, in part, also own the two bars that i do sound for Mary Griffin in. I'm just realizing now that there could be a definite chance that i'll be doing sound for that too. Hmm. that could be cool.
OK, i'm gonna go eat some baked potato and then keel over in pain
-have 1 dollar in my wallet
-i pulled/twisted/almost threw out my back Saturday night.
-I only had some spring rolls for breakfast. Then i took some Aleve, which didnt work, so i took some other painkiller that they had in the first aid kit that had Acetomenophen, Asprin, some other painkiller & caffine. That didnt work and then i found what i was originally looking for, Ibuprophem. Took them.
-Eventually my back was a little numbed so i was doing things that i probably shouldn't have been doing setting up sound for the show, thereby straining my back even more.
-Then the little bit of food i had wore off, i was hungry, and the pills began eating away at my stomach.
-Came home and ate, but t'was too late, my stomach had too many pills with not enough food. It hurt like fuck and made me nautious too.
-I dont puke, i have no gag reflex. Gay guys love me when i tell them that, but it does me no good when all i really want to do is puke up whatever is in my stomach and feel better.
-I have my cosnolidated student loans automatically being taken out of my checing account in NYC tomorry; the one with no money in it. The Account i have here in N.O. has the money. I have no way of getting the money into the right account in time. That sucks. I have to remember to change accounts before next month.
-I really just wanted to go out tonight. Maybe head uptown and visit HyenaHell at her bar or something. Alas, Sintantrix has to work at the crack of dawn so she cant come out, i still only have 1 dollar in my wallet, my back's all fucked, and my stomach is all fucked, so i cant go out.
On the brighter side of things, i have 2 paychecks to deposit when i wake up. Also, the show kicked ass, and the more i do sound for these guys, the better it fucking gets, and the happier they are, the better they play, and the better they play the better Mary sings. It's nice actually having a job where you can be proud of the final product. It's nice having a job where others are dependent on you, and happy with your final product.
I'm not trying to advertise her CDs, i'm just showing you who's sound i'm in charge of on Saturday and Sunday, her "exclusive" New Orleans shows.
She's also on the bill to Sing for the Olympic committee as part of the New Orleans Bid for hosting the olympics in 2000-something-or-other. The Olympic commmittee rented out the ENTIRE BourbonOrleans Hotel for judging New Orleans. The owners of that hotel, in part, also own the two bars that i do sound for Mary Griffin in. I'm just realizing now that there could be a definite chance that i'll be doing sound for that too. Hmm. that could be cool.
OK, i'm gonna go eat some baked potato and then keel over in pain
it unbelievable
i hear that
1 dollar in the wallet thing
after last night - hanging with Hyena and Parikhan
i probably shouldnt do anything for a week
but
me and Hyena are going to a poetry reading at the
Gold Mine Saloon
on dauphine in the quarter
on wednesday night
will you be around
before or during
we should meet up
since your down there anyway
tits
mike