Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

The day is almost over; well, this part, anyway. Beat. Not looking forward to rehearsal. Totally bored now. I haven't done anything work-related since 10:30 - I've had nothing to do. There's something both cool and pathetic to think that I'm getting $18/hour to sit on my ass.

Yes. So. Rehearsal and then to the woman's house. I think I've listened to "Crest" about 600 times today. What's really hilarious about it, aside from the fact that it's the same freakin' lick, is that one of the visualizations on Real Player, the little sheep thing, bounces and dances exactly in time with the song.

Yep. I'm kinda bummed out that I won't be able to do any journal writing until Monday. Although at least that should assure Monday's entry to be lengthy and bitter. Aww yeah.

"If there is a way to build it, there'll be a way to destroy it - things are not all that out of control."

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