Fucking Tired
07.21.06 (5:22 pm) [edit]1.) I might finally be in a steady job. It's kicking my ass, but it's work. Funnily enough, it's almost identical to the kind of job my dad had around the time I was born, before he became his company's corporate pilot. Maybe I'll be the corporate whore. Who the fuck knows.
2.) My new co-worker is a lunatic ex-con, who's beat the hell out of himself for years, has spent half his life in jail, is full of stories that I'm pretty sure are mostly true, and I rather like him. Entertaining old fucker.
3.) I'm picking up Katie in a while, taking her back to the apartment for the night, then we'll drive up to Indiana for family time and my gig tomorrow.
4.) I'm almost NOT looking forward to seeing "Layla" tomorrow. I woke up two mornings ago thinking about her, and it was the kind of happy mushy lovey thoughts that DOUCHEBAGS ARE MADE OF. Holy shit, this is just fucked up.
5.) The new Tool album kicks all kinds of ass. Not the asses of the previous two albums, but lots of ass nonetheless. I also finally heard the recent releases of The Flaming Lips and Donald Fagen, and they both are mighty fine too.
Christ, I'm fucking tired.
Love,
Dougie