Geekboychamp!

He's a geek! He's a boy! He's a champ??

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Work.
This week has left me so fucking tired. It was like i never left fucking work at all. And i wish i could have enjoyed the party last nite, but i just couldn't. Not when, having got off at 11pm, i had to be at work at 7 am the next morning. And it's when things get like this that my mind kicks into overdrive with thoughts like "what are we doing working here?", "is this what my life's become", and the ever popular "what the fuck are you doing with your life?". And that just brings everything up to a whole new level of crap.

But don't you worry, oh faithful blog reader, I'll be fine. In the big picture this was nothing but an unusually hectic week, and i just need to get some much needed do-nothing time to get myself refocused.

Of course, then there's the question, "Focus on what?"

And i once again tell my brain to shut the fuck up.

Anyway, off to pay bills, get groceries, do some laundry, and then...
...and then, i really have no idea.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

So.
Very.
Tired.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

"it'll be alright. It'll be alright. It'll be alright."*


*lyrics by Cuff the Duke. They rock.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

I am going to tear apart Geekboychamp to see why it's loading slowly.

Hopefully everything will be ok.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Alright. Had a bit more rest, some breakfast, and a shower. Feeling much more alive now. Headache's almost gone too.

So, for the record, getting an empty glass at a party, having people put random types of alcohol in it, and then actually drinking said concoction is a bad idea.

I bet everyone just shook their head after reading the above sentence. And then sighed.

Hmmm...my comment boxes seem to not be working. I'll give it another day and if need be switch over to blogger comments. Don't like the idea of losing all the archived comments, but oh well, them's the breaks.

So yeah, see ya's all at scrabble!!

Just called in sick. My head still feels like it's being abused by a jackhammer. My body still feels very, very weak. And the tiolet was my best friend til around 5 in the afternoon yesterday when i was actually able to keep solid food down.

Note to self: never, ever, ever do anything that foolish again!

I hope to be back to full health in time to play scrabble. Right now...i'm going back to bed.

Ugh.

Monday, November 07, 2005

alfred's attendance at Scrabble nite is brought to you by rolled pennies.

Rolled pennies:Savior to those who are really, really, REALLY poor.

Friday, November 04, 2005

In my desparate search for change to do at least one load of laundry, i may just have enough to get in to the burdocks tomorrow. Yaaa!!!(and the villagers rejoice!)

So, go to work at twelve til ten. Then bust down to the seahorse. Play a gig. Bust home. Get whatever sleep that i can. Then work at 7 in the morning til 5. Nap. Then head to stage 9 for the burdocks.

This weekend's gonna kill me.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

And if you listen to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, it's all there. My heart and soul and mind, written better than I ever could.

Reservations:

How can I convince you it's me I don't like
not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes
When I've always been distant
And I've always told lies
For love

I'm bound by these choices so hard to
Make
I'm bound by the feeling so easy to fake
none of this is real
enough to take me
From you

O, I've got reservations
About
so many things
But
Not about you

I know this isn't what you were wanting me
To say
how can I get closer and be further away
From the truth
That proves it's beautiful
to lie

I've got reservations
About
so many things
but
not about you
I...reservations
about so many things
but
not about you

not about you
not about you
not about you
It's not about you.