Blah blah gah gah blah 2003-08-05 - 7:38 p.m.
I swiped three empty shoe stock boxes from werk today. Bring home empty boxes from your place of business signifies an upcoming move of some kind, right? So I'm not just kidding myself and I'm seriously going of to the land of the Grad School this time and waking up from the simplistic dream state that is the current edition of My So Stupid Life?
Okay, enough weird crap.
But tell me now, should I fly back up here for that wedding on the 23th? It's totally evil to tell someone you're playing in a wedding and then not do it.... but then there's the whole money thing and my lack of it.... and it's not like I don't know a gazillion flute players in the Craptown/Bumblefuck area anyway......
Gah gah gah gah gah gah gah.
Blarg. Where is the Miami Mental Hospital-bound bus when I need it? Or else where is someone that wants to kidnap me to Vegas where I can answer my true calling of professional wedding chapel witnessdom.
(Sometimes it's good to start blathering on like the dork that you are to hide the general scared shitless feeling.)