what a tired day. it was warm, though. i also started to drink my coffeeeeeeeeeee. another cup of joe in the morning. i have a pound or so of ground coffee to get through.
i also set a ridiculous dr. mario high score. this was instead of working, of course. i halfassed my way through today until about 8, except when i went to caspar. actually, possibly then too, which is kind of sad. but they really had a lot of help today. i ended up standing around doing very little.
actually i played more guitar. that wasn’t halfass. that was probably wholeass. learned a couple more songs. more travis, but not a sad song. picked a love song instead. a pissy starsailor song, poor misguided fool. beatles songs are hard and john lennon and paul mccartney are fearsomely brilliant.
yeah that sums it up. pretty lame day. i can barely remember thinking. we had this conversation in the lounge about random stuff. weird stuff, like chicks with dicks. i didn’t really listen too hard then. i still had dr. mario and grading. that dr. mario game lasted from before caspar to about 9 pm. got over a million points. the conversation turned to other stuff. but nothing really deep. kind of amusing. a nap would probably have beaten the coffee, because now my eyes are forced open. that staff meeting seems like an eternity ago.
actually, for all the smoke i blow here, there’s something hidden. probably. they say that your handwriting speaks volumes. i should scan something instead of typing sometime. i tell the truth i hope but i lose that tone of voice. i also leave out a lot, because this is the Internet–the one with a capital I, the one that is open to anybody with a connection. this puts a lot of stuff into some weird moderate universe where i only reveal the amusing parts of my life, and maybe half the emotions. plus i have lame policies to which i always adhere, both on and offline. i suck.
i’ve never heard this billy vera and the beaters song, “at this moment.” i don’t even know where i got it.