Thursday

I like Thursday. It's an optimistic, looking forward kind of day. The weekend starts tomorrow. I'm playing a gig at Clay Cafe on Quinpool tomorrow night at 7:30. I'll be playing some new tunes.

Man I love beer. Thursday makes me think of tomorrow's beer. I might just have one tonight in anticipation of the weekend.

Personally, I'm stoked about 2010. The new decade is upon us! Realistically, this doesn't mean shit to anyone. Just different numbers. But people need a reason to look forward, a reason to change and improve themselves, and motivation to re-start themselves on their way to wherever it is they wanna go. So I guess the number 2010 is as good a reason as any. I didn't make any real resolutions for this year (or decade). Same ol' stuff. Be less lazy, accomplish more. Vague things. But for some reason, when Jan 1 rolls around, I'm always filled with optimism. And I start to formulate plans. And I have plans for this year. No solid resolutions, but pretty specific things I'd like to accomplish. It'd be nice to quit smoking, though. Fucking cigarettes. I keep saying I'll quit when I'm ready. I'm never ready for more than a day or so at a time. I know the toll it takes on my voice, and all the other repurcussions. Don't care enough, though. Not yet. Please, not yet! Oh God. Must smoke. Now.

Ahh, that's better.

I now have two pet rats! More specifically, we moved my girlfriend's pet rats to my house. Dolly and Bonnie. Dolly's blonde, Bonnie is black with a white stripe up her back. Renee always names 'em after old ladies. I helped her with the names when she got these ones. I'll post pics when I figure out how. I'm none too smart with this here computer box, with it's fancy interwebs and facetubes and such.

So I'm on Season 3 of Lost. I'll give you a synopsis of what I've seen so far.

'JAAACCCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!'
'KAAATTTTTTTTTEEEE!!!'
'SAAWWWYYYEEERR!!!!'
'RUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!'
'AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!'

No-one really knows what they're running from, and they always fall. Jack gets emotional, and starts blinking absurdly. There is always palpable sexual tension between Jack, Kate, and Sawyer. And the most random shit. Which they never talk about with each other. If it doesn't completely make sense in the end, I want my money and my life back. What they should do is gather around a campfire and go, 'Alright, I saw a fuckin' black horse today for no apparent reason.' 'Dude, I saw a fuckin' polar bear!' 'I saw Michael's son covered in water, talking backwards.' 'That's weird.' 'I ran into the woods for no reason, then fell for no reason, then I started hearing whispering all around me, and got dizzy. Then I awoke on the beach with a slipper in my hand.' 'I have you all beat. I saw explosions all around me, and then this big fucking black swirly cloud of smoke came right up to my face and stared me down. But for some reason I wasn't afraid.' 'Dude, that's seems a little weird.'

Having said that, I am entertained by the show, and I now have to watch the rest to see how it turns out. Which is the whole point, I guess. Hopefully it's better than the end of Battlestar Galactica.

McFarlane came over yesterday, and came up with this little guitar riff, which I recorded. Gonna try and put a melody and some words to it today.

Time for another smoke. Is it weird that I want a beer at 10:51am on a Thursday?

I'm out. Enjoy your day. Think about the weekend.

Wess