4.12
Last night I went to go see the Daughters and the Locust, two . . . I guess you’d call them grindcore bands. The Daughters were OK, the Locust were great and had weird bug/superhero costumes. I don’t know how long people will be into their schtick, but I’m glad I caught them when I did. Highly recommended.
Feeling kind of sick after a good night’s sleep. Egg sandwich & Indian food undoubtedly to blame for that. Well, shit on a stick. I can’t eat salad every day, I’m going nuts. I think that maybe what I should do is take all of my food and put it through a blender, like we used to do for vegetative kids at the camp I worked at as a teenager. I think this might help my continuing ability to digest anything more acidic than a Ritz cracker. Seriously, I get stomach pains and feel really, really weird. Of course, no one wants to hear about your shitty digestion, it’s not very romantic. I wish I had some eighty year old guys that I could kvetch with about this kind of thing.
On the brighter side of things, Jake read my latest story and liked it. From his comments, though, I’m not entirely sure that he followed the ending. Not that it matters. You can usually count on Jake for positive feedback, which is nice. In fact, you can always count on Jake to always read your stuff. Very supportive guy.
Well, well, well. It’s that time of the day again. I have to wrap up another spellbinding entry in this stupid thing and be on my way. I’d like all of you to do something constructive today.
