I've been sitting at home all day.

My eye puffed up like a mother last night. I think something got under my contact and irritated my eye, and I didn't notice until it was too late because I was drinking beer and playing poker (Kristie & Max are at her Dad's place until tomorrow, lest you think me a bad father & husband).

So, anyway, I called in sick, and have been sitting around in my underwear, listening to Al Green/Chet Baker/The Dears all day, while surfing on my brand new computer, with a puffy and leaking (aka Gross) left eye.

I love having a new computer. After 12 years(?!?), it was about time.

Rehearsal tonight is cancelled. We're in the studio next weekend. Methinks rehearsals this week will be a little more stressed than usual...


I hate it when I lend CD's to people, and then I don't get them back. It's my own fault. If being a DJ wasn't so soul-less in todays world, it would be the perfect job for me. I love sharing music with people. So I lend out my CD's, and then I forget who I gave them to. Most recently, it's my Bloc Party CD. But it was a ripped copy anyway, and since I like the band, I should go and buy it. But that doesn't change the fact that I can't listen to it right now.

I'm listening to The Cure now. "Disintegration". A masterpiece.

Thats all, I guess. Gotta go buy diapers. This is my life now; I haven't showered, I'm drinking a Whiskey, and thinking about buying diapers.

Sounds like Micheal Moore. Ha HA!

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