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14 April 2006
Friday, Friday, Friday, Friday And off to a roaring start. →[More:]The homeless man stretched out across the middle row of seats this morning with no shoes and *gasp* poor hygiene. The smell.
I eventually had to move cars but I still feel the smell.
Stink.
I guess in the spirit of Good Friday. WWJD?
(I have to say even he would have moved train cars...)
I'm going to work, then I'll go home, do my taxes, have a few drinks, and fall asleep. Saturday, I'll sleep late, play online for awhile, then meet my MeCha posse at the beer garden.
Hey bro, we get an extry day fer puttnagether our taxes, see? Cuz Munndy izza state holyday in Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, Vermont and DC.
I'm off today, which is wonderful since I've been doing my 9-5 and teaching at night, which involves a round trip drive of 140 miles. So, I'm a happy campee.
Bad sleep, the upstairs neighbors set their smoke alarm off around midnight and took forever to figure out how to turn it off, cats woke me up at six, and I had a headache when I woke up, and when I got in the car I was just in time to be exposed to part of a Storycorps segment on NPR and I FUCKING HATE THOSE THINGS, a hellish amalgam of banality and irritation is what they are, and now I'm at work, and I'm trying to figure how soon I can go home and go to bed, and also Jesus is gonna be dead for another day or so.
But this weekend should be nice: I have absolutely nothing that needs to be done.
This weekend, I'm seeing Thank You For Smoking and a restored print of Kubrick's Paths of Glory on the big screen. School isn't leaving me time to do much else.
Oh, I still eat. A lot. Just not things like donuts and hamburger and pizzas for every meal.
But if you swim, then you can eat a cupcake a day! Anyway, my point was more that calling it a diet and pretending like it will end is ssetting yourself up for disappointment. Then again, I really like veggies & stuff, so I guess it's easy to me.
Ini other news, my weekend just got a lot worse. Frowny.
Giant underground Summer of Love revival tonight in my basement. Acid rock, lightshow, Firesign Theater, Crying of Lot 49 references optional. Wear your DayGlo paisley minidress.
Having a cigarette on the sidewalk a moment ago, I ran into my man Chuck who was laid off in the first round before the one I got caught up in. He was picking up his severance. I learned that if you get fired for cause in New York, you get 6 monts unemployment. If you get laid off you get a year.
Come July, I'm going to get to work on constructing the perfect ass-groove in the couch.
-sleep in
-meet with my new clients (little bit of moonlighting)
-go to a BBQ
-drink
-sleep in
-collect boxes from my aunt
-start packing for my move next weekend
-curse how much stuff I have
Laundry. That's it. And trying to get moving on Smut Peddler, because after re-calculating my taxes, I only owe $402 to the gov't. Where I'm going to get the money to print it, I don't know.
I'm also taking half the day off because of the laundry and the fact that I think I'm going to talk to the bank about taking out a personal loan to pay off a $5,000 credit card debt and my taxes. And if I can get a little extra to print Smut Peddler and attend one convention this year, I'm doing it.
Next weekend, though, is an entirely different story...
Practice Saturday because the rest of the band peeps will be with their peeps on Sunday. I swear to something that I'll also finish the production work on the comic so I can get it to the printer in time to get it back before June 10.
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
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