June 23, 2004

I remember I was in a great mood. Really kick ass. I was so pumped up about something that I remember making a mental note that I wanted to BLOG about whatever it was that I was pumped up about. Next, I remembered that I did not buy the newspaper yesterday, so I took off to the one newspaper stand downtown that I know carries yesterday’s paper. On the way back to the office after buying two newspapers, I ran into angry street lawyer and star e-mailer to the show, Chuck. He was on the streets – going to evict a family of orphans or something. I slapped him on the back after laughing at his comments many times. Office induced blur for several hours. I talk to my old friend Big Al for a while but remember nothing about the conversation except feeling like I had to go to the bathroom the whole time. I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering why I was in a great mood and wondering what exactly was it that I wanted to BLOG about. Even though I promised myself I was going to stay away from the "Seinfeld" tonight, I watched a couple of episodes and I will watch a couple more. I ran. My bass drum leg hurts again. I just remembered what I wanted to BLOG.


posted by Thea at 8:38 PM

June 22, 2004

The only way I can describe how I felt today was hung over. I felt like I had a hangover yet I did not have a drop to drink. Slow. Nauseous. Irritated. Unfocused. And I still don’t feel that good now. Laurie and I just got it from a walk where we walked around at looked at places where we might live. Anywhere is good for me as long as it is good with her. There are places I want more than others. That’s for sure. The idea - more suburban - keeps running through my head. More suburban. I practiced with a new snare drum tonight. It sounded completely amazing. I am remembering listening to the drum. Bought the new Wilco record. Ate fajitas. Worked while listening to Slim Harpo. Or listened to Slim Harpo while working. Got up on the wrong side of the bed. Dreamed about changing things slightly. Back to bed again.


posted by Thea at 10:39 PM

June 20, 2004

Laurie and I left early at the New Salem Witch Hunters yesterday and did not go to see Richard Thompson in Pittsburgh, PA tonight. Getting older. Getting tired. But it is not about what we didn’t do. It’s about what we did. We hosted a picnic at Lakewood Park for both of our families today. And it kicked the ass. Big ups to both of our fathers. Men. Now. Dogs. I watched “Curb Your Enthusiasm” and “SCTV” on DVD. I went running. Laurie and I were just talking about me going out to California for another weekend before school starts. Does anybody have $251 that I can borrow?

Listening to this song write now.

Wrote a Song for Everyone by: John Fogerty

Met myself a comin' county welfare line.
I was feelin' strung out, Hung out on the line.
Saw myself a goin', down to war in June.
All I want, All I want is to write myself a tune.

Wrote A Song For Ev'ryone,
Wrote a song for truth.
Wrote A Song For Ev'ryone
And I couldn't even talk to you.

Got myself arrested, Wound me up in jail.
Richmond 'bout to blow up, Communication failed.
If you see the answer, now's the time to say.
All I want, All I want is to get you down to pray.

Saw the people standin' thousand years in chains.
Somebody said it's diff'rent now, look, it's just the same.
Pharoahs spin the message, round and round the truth.
They could have saved a million people, How can I tell you?

Talk to you tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea!).


posted by Thea at 10:18 PM