I never write about the regular stuffs of my day, so I decided to try that.

I had a dream this morning. It involved seeing a friend with a cardboard box over his head in a mall in pensacola. He was well dressed and his car was painted in Dia de los muertos decorations. This all just means DAMN I need to write that guy a letter. I woke up from that dream to the alarm clock and realized I had set it for way too early. I hit snooze about 8 times after that. Seriously. You can make fun of me, this is what I do. I have two alarm clocks set for 15 minutes apart. If I hit snooze on them, they will alternate going off every 5 minutes. I did this for about an hour this morning. This is the only possible way I can make myself wake up. I have to set the alarm for an hour earlier than I plan on getting out of bed. I can't believe today is the first day my roomate complained. I would shoot me.

I actually got out of bed at 12:30, being way late for work. Actually, I wasn't late because I didn't say what time I would be there, but it was later than I had planned on going in. I toyed with the idea of going to Greenville with some people to do consumer things, but I realized I can't spend money on shit like that. ever. so I went to work.

Work was really boring and I framed some more pictures of duck heads that I have framed about 4 times before. Patrick the coworker tried to convince me that we should build a haunted house for halloween, but being the optimist I am, all I could say was "That would be a lot of work. I don't think we could get our friends to commit to something like that." Just when I was getting ready to leave work I realized I fucked up two of the duck pictures. The matts were upside down. I really didn't care so I just left them there, even though it was my fault and I probably should have stayed late to fix it.

I drove home and read some more of "The Sicilian" by the open window. It's sad that probably the most enjoyable part of my day is reading for about 30 minutes during the afternoon by that window. "The Sicilian" is turning out pretty good. I think I may like it better than "The Godfather" even, just because the lead character is more likable. Weak reason.

As it was starting to get twilighty I rode my bike back up to the practice space to play drums by myself. This is pretty much what I do everyday. Drive home from work. Read for thirty minutes. Bike off as it's growing dark. When I got downtown I heard some ruscus a few blocks over at Yesterdays, this nostalgic 50's soda shop. When I biked up five 14 year olds I didn't know all ran up saying "Hey Ginger, what's going on? We're just going to play some music. When is your next show?" They had some tiny 15 watt amps and pawn shop drums set up outside the shop. When I left they were attempting to play Purple Haze. It was so surreal.

I spent a while playing the drumlines to albums all the way through, then I decided to try to tune my floor tom to it's natural resonate tuning like I read about on the internet. I took all the heads off and held the shell up to my ear while thumping it over and over. I think maybe the shell was an E. I don't think my system worked at all. I just ending up tuning the head really tight and making it sound like crap.

We had planned to go see "Zoolander" tonight. I have a soft spot for Ben Stiller. While trying to catch that durned resonate frequency I received a call saying that now the plan was to go play Hide and Seek at Old Bayou. Old Bayou is the local deserted High School that's all over grown with weeds. It's where you take your date so you can hold hands for the first time. It's true, me too.

I didn't really want to do shit there, it's scary as ass. I met up with everyone at Patrick's house basically saying "Look, I'm old and I don't have fun anymore. Let's do something else." Jolene and Crystal and I escaped the group and headed back to Yesterday's to see if the 14 year olds were still rocking the joint. They weren't, but there were more of them there now, and they challenged me to play guitar. I guess they wanted to me to pick it up and play some ripping Van Halen solo. I'm not about that. We ordered some coke floats and malts. I said "I think I want some cheese pizza" and the 16 year old waitress says "Oh, We've got some free pizza." "Ok" I said, imagining some pizza that fell on the floor or had be sitting around for 7 hours. Well, 20 minutes later she brought me 4 slices of fresh baked pizza. Why this was free I have no idea. She then told us that half of our drinks were free, too. All in all we paid $3.50 for all of us to eat pizza and have shakes. I don't even know what kind of fucked up accounting they do there. Tiffany says it is just because I am a rock star to all the High School freshman.

While we were there Emile showed up unexpectedly. We left Yesterdays to play pool at the nasty bowling alley. They have a new dance floor in the back with really bad paintings of moons and things on the floor in black light. There was no one there but they kept playing dance music full blast. I'm sorry, but pool=blues. Not dance remix of Say My Name.

We came up with a plan of action. Jolene got her digital camera and Emile and I got my crowbar Crystal gave me for Christmas. We also picked up the spare broken printer/fax machine we found with Richard outside the People's Temple in Memphis. Then Emile drove us hopelessly far out into the country. I can't tell you where we were. We dropped the fax machine and beat the shit out of it with the crowbar while taking pictures for posterity. I'm sure Jolene will post them.

We came back into town and went to a High Schooler's house. I releived them of some bottles of Hooch they didn't care for. Emile and I walked to Jamie's cottage where no one was home. I guess. We came back and I heard this kid Josh say something funny for the first time. I took care of the rest of the Hooch.

Emile and I came back to the house so I could copy the new pezz record for him. Everyone talked. Lots of time passed. I talked to Tiffany about our incompetent professor mispronouncing hurricane over and over and over and over. My god, why can't I control people's mouths.

Everyone left and I typed this. Now I'm thinking, that sounds pretty boring.