I'm staring at my pez dispensers. The first one i got was a lamb, later dubbed "the lamb of god" by this girl I used to know. The second one is of garfield with a bedcap on. I used to be really into Garfield when I was younger. The third is a spider-man one, a friend gave it to me. i think it might have been for my birthday. The fourth one is of Pluto, the dog (not the planet). A friend from work gave it to me. We were both going through alot of shit at the time.

I wish I could write what I want to express right now. I do not enjoy it when words fail me.

So, re-evaluation is cancelled due to my continual stupidity.

But, hey, at least I get to lug dinosaur jr's gear!!!

And when I got to work, there was an extra person in the department, so I got to go home and sleep for a bit. Which was good...'cause I'm pretty sure I woke up still drunk.

I guess tequila and jagar will do that to ya.

Anyway, Greg Macpherson at the attic tonite. I consider him to be one of the best singer/songwriters that this country has to offer. So, yeah, go to the show.

What if we called the band "The Whiskey Line"?

It sounds country-ish, and we'll already have a theme song.

Anyway, just want to drop a line saying things have been pretty good lately. I'm even thinking of re-evaluating point #2 of the six point thing I wrote a while back. I'm still pretty cautious and cynical...I don't know, we'll see.

Brutalize The Dancefloor is becoming something weird but fun! It's gonna be interesting the first time we play anywhere, which will most definitely be a Rocking For Dollars. Improv all casio keyboard band...so nuts!

I've also been feeling pretty inspired lately. I think a bit of it has to do with watching Dead Poets Society for the first time in along while. It's just one of those movies that makes you want to do more, experience more, to "suck the marrow out of life". It's something I forget from time to time, but a lesson that's well worth re-learning.

"Seize the day, boys...Make your lives extrodinary!"

rage against the dying of the light

My prayers will be with them.

Dave's in. Brendan's in. Julia's in. Lisa's in. And Stephen's in.
Kids, we got ourselves a country band.
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Almost recovered from the crippling bout of insomnia on sunday. Made good and sure that I had enough beer in me at Rockin for Dollars that I'd have no choice but to pass out. Good sleep tonite and my mind will be mine again. Well, mine and the voices inside my head. Can't forget them.

Wandering around the citidal late at night was pretty fun and exciting. Wandering around the catacombs, searching for some sort of adventure. I do enjoy the history that is a part of such places. Still want to go on an actual tour there sometime. Maybe sunday if anyone's into it.

Anyway, I really should be getting ready for work.

And to those of you going to secluded cabins for the rest of the week, give me a call when you get back. Perhaps we'll finally watch superman 2.

Alfred

And I somehow managed to lose my apartment keys IN MY APARTMENT.

Just found them a minute ago.

Perhaps I'll take it easy on this whole "destructive drinking" thing.

And again, if anyone can explain to me how I got, not only a gash in the face, but a really long cut on my back, that would be great.

So...why do i have a gash on the side of my face?

And why do i got the feeling i shouldn't talk to anyone for a while?

So, yet another friend of mine getting married. Going out to his bachelor party tonight. This will be the fourth one this year.

The funeral's bound to be mine.
Kidding.

I am contemplating doing something moderately stupid. As the six-point essay I did would indicate, I've been giving alot of thought about the future. About who I am, what I want, and what I can or can't have. I've started making plans for the future, something I've never really done before. And I'm starting to feel like I finally have some sense of direction. But still...

I was in the process of cleaning up my place the other night, and I noticed this little trinket that was given to me. Reminding me of a time when things were not as heavy as they are now. Maybe it would be foolish to try to reclaim it. Maybe the foolishness would be in not trying at all.

I have no desire for romance. I've lost my taste for it. But a part of me does long for something more than just this bare existence.

Are these things which I contemplate the workings of a sane man?

Yeah...you're probubly right.
...I really hope I get to bed soon.