Since my last post...

Weekend of Rock in LA:
-Hope of the States(live music)
-picked up 12 cds
-Air, Stereolab and some other dude with symphonic backing(live). BRILLIANT!

Weeknd of Family in Phoenix:
-Diamondbacks game, they lost
-Uncle's birthday party, I finally got to meet my cousin's kids. She has three. Oldest is five. Yes, I'm a terrible second cousin, once removed. Or maybe I'm a terrible uncle once negated? Shit, I hate that stuff.
-Drove a terrible car. Screw you and your Mitsubishi.

Weekend of Back in Fucking Chicago
-Boozy, boozy with the sister. Good times.
-Saw 'I heart Huckabees'. Very entertaining. Its a movie about an Existential Detective Agency. Very rad.
-Watched Anime with Daniel.

You'll notice I only mentioned the weekends, because during the week I'm always working. I pulled a fucking ALL-GODDAMNED-NIGHTER. That kind of shit is for stooges and fools. Apparently, I am one or both of those. This job is awesome, every time it looks like I am going to get some time to breathe and get shit back together, I get ANOTHER FUCKING PROJECT. Just, 'Hey, Pat isn't trying to LIGHT HIMSELF ON FIRE today. Looks like he needs another project that is FUCKED from the word GO.'

So. Much. Anger.

On the upside, work isn't getting to me as much as it was over the summer. I haven't had my brain, without consulting me first, grab the dry erase marker and start huffing maniacally lately. No, true story. I was writing on my board and I got a wiff of the marker. I lost control and just started huffing. Not a pretty site.

Also, super weak, didn't feel anything. SUPER weak.

And now to go hide from people while I'm supposed to be doing work. What can I say? I'm starting to get a hang of this job.

- posted by Pat @ 4:30 PM