Having given notice at my Puppet Wrangler job, I suddenly am feeling a bit at sea. So I figure I will at least try to do things that might be helpful down the road. Like keeping track of what the hell I am doing with my time during these remaining days of my misspent youth. I can't imagine that anyone will want to read this. I know I wouldn't. But I'm writing it so I don't have to!
For instance, today I attended a Happy Birthday Dibs brunch, came to work, watched some "Evil Dead" on my computer, did the show, bought underpants, ate BBQ with the band, talked to disgrunted Starbucks employee. Now I plan to do another show and then head off to see the Elastic No-No Band at Sidewalk.
See? That wasn't so hard. Maybe I can actually keep this up a little better. Maybe I'll just stick to writing about shows I see and songs I write so I won't be too embarrassed when, inevitably, some future boss finds this. Don't want to spoil the illusion, after all.