Oh, my poor brain. Spent the whole day yesterday drinking with my buddy, Nick. His wife of 10 months has decided she "needs some time" & isn't sure she's cut out for marriage now. Since he moved into her place when they got married, he's had to move out. So, I have a roommate for at least three weeks and I'm happy to accomodate the poor bastard.
We've been blowing off the sunset junction because he's too upset to go and wants to avoid running into her there. He keeps telling me I should go, but I don't really have the cash and I already missed all the bands I really want to see. It wouldn't be a big loss if I didn't make it this year. Wouldn't mind getting a corndog or some polmitas, though. I think friendship is more important. The poor guy just lost it two or three times yesterday and I wouldn't have much fun going by myself anyway. I don't know. It just seems like what a good friend should do, ya know? You have to stick together through thick & thin.
So, he's walking to the store to get some some smokes while I'm here sippin' some Joe nursing my hangover. Vicodin does amazing things. I should invest in pharmaceuticals.
A friend of ours is having people over to BBQ from 2-6. I think we should go to that to get out of the house. It would also be good for him to be around some people and be distracted from his woes. I'm sure he'll have plenty of time to obsess over it otherwise. She said she wanted a three week break, but Nick is taking it really hard because he's in limbo and doesn't know if this is it or not. There's nothing he can do about it at this time.
The good news is that Justin is back this week so my band can start practicing again. We have a show Sept. 10th at the Old Town Pub is Pasadena. I'd really like to not suck.
Still no luck on the job front. I hope to god something breaks soon because the clock is ticking. I might have to get a typing job or something. I dunno. Trying not to freak out. I suppose that once I get my bike fixed I can work as a messenger if it comes to that. It's just dangerous and the maintenance is a bitch. All I need is something to support me through the career change.
I only have two more physical therapy appointments and then I'm finished. The leg feels really good and I'm looking forward to getting back to cycling regularly.
I just need me a J O B. A little mamacita would be nice, too.
bleagh!
We've been blowing off the sunset junction because he's too upset to go and wants to avoid running into her there. He keeps telling me I should go, but I don't really have the cash and I already missed all the bands I really want to see. It wouldn't be a big loss if I didn't make it this year. Wouldn't mind getting a corndog or some polmitas, though. I think friendship is more important. The poor guy just lost it two or three times yesterday and I wouldn't have much fun going by myself anyway. I don't know. It just seems like what a good friend should do, ya know? You have to stick together through thick & thin.
So, he's walking to the store to get some some smokes while I'm here sippin' some Joe nursing my hangover. Vicodin does amazing things. I should invest in pharmaceuticals.
A friend of ours is having people over to BBQ from 2-6. I think we should go to that to get out of the house. It would also be good for him to be around some people and be distracted from his woes. I'm sure he'll have plenty of time to obsess over it otherwise. She said she wanted a three week break, but Nick is taking it really hard because he's in limbo and doesn't know if this is it or not. There's nothing he can do about it at this time.
The good news is that Justin is back this week so my band can start practicing again. We have a show Sept. 10th at the Old Town Pub is Pasadena. I'd really like to not suck.
Still no luck on the job front. I hope to god something breaks soon because the clock is ticking. I might have to get a typing job or something. I dunno. Trying not to freak out. I suppose that once I get my bike fixed I can work as a messenger if it comes to that. It's just dangerous and the maintenance is a bitch. All I need is something to support me through the career change.
I only have two more physical therapy appointments and then I'm finished. The leg feels really good and I'm looking forward to getting back to cycling regularly.
I just need me a J O B. A little mamacita would be nice, too.
bleagh!
re; job - you could always temp. not the most fun thing, but it's cash in the door.