| My day today |
[May. 14th, 2006|12:17 am] |
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I don't usually write journal entries in a "what I did today" format, and I'm generally not inclined to list unrelated events in sequential order. But if I was ever going to write that sort of entry, today would be the day to do it. So here it is:- Wake around 7:00 AM and head directly to the computer to record a bunch of bass guitar takes for a song; suppress the bathroom urge for long enough to get three useable takes plus one "hard bits only" track. (I had gone to bed with sore forearms the night before from valiantly attempting same.)
- Bathroom and shower. It's a common shower area for all the (male) people in my building, and I have a plastic basket that I've rigged with coat hanger wire to snugly support my bathroom items on the stall door. Having a dickens of a time locating my toothbrush at the bottom of said basket, I inadvertently knock the whole thing to the ground and send personal items flying everywhere. Honorable mention goes to the witch hazel bottle, whose cap manages to split in almost a perfect circle so that only the top half of the cap is off.
- Christy invites me along on an errand run. A three-lane highway is brought to a complete stop and we witness a fresh collision; no one has arrived yet, and we have to zig-zag to avoid broken bits of car strewn across the road.
- Aside from getting coffee and dropping something off at her workplace, the featured "errand" is to find female playmates for Minna and Paige. On the phone, the pet store assures us they have girls, but on arrival most of them in the cage seem to have non-girly equipment. We take home the one exception, and are basically hoping that by some miracle she is not carrying the offspring of one of her many brothers.
- Christy is determined to get tattoo #2 today, but afraid she will pass out if she hasn't eaten. For some reason we have to walk around the block before eating, and of course we encounter a blue dog.
- As the possibility of thunderstorm approaches, I wisely ask to stop by my studio on the way to the tattoo parlor to unplug my computers. The instant we get back in the car, the rain starts pouring. While waiting at the parlor, we step out for a smoke, and after a few loud thunderclaps, we witness a hailstorm, in mid-May, on a perfectly warm day, in which the hailstones are up to a half-inch in diameter. The city is covered with little balls of ice.
- The storm gives way to normality, the world doesn't end, Christy gets her tattoo and drops me off (and visits my G5 for a bit) and then heads back home to check on the new mouseling.
After all that, all I'm really doing now is sorting out the takes from this morning, which is kind of anticlimactic from a journaling point of view.
So ... the end. |
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1) It was your idea to walk around the block before getting food.
2) Don't forget about the Friday TV weirdness:
BO: So you're taking a leave of absence. Mind if I ask why?
JOHN: Unfinished business.
You know, I don't really understand most of your story today but I have to say that I was TOTALLY INTO the "balls of ice falling from the sky" part. That is, in fact, the coolest thing I have ever heard of. In fact, that is even cooler than the idea of a REALLY bad thunderstorm hitting this area and getting so violent that instead of water, it would be raining millions of spiders and q-tips all over everything and I was locked out of the house by Ghidorah so I had no choice but to revel in the downpour (OK, so this is a longtime fantasy of mine).
Uh, I forgot where I was going with this.
Well, back to you ...
I would have thought you'd like the "personal items flying everywhere" part too. | |
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