What a hectic day at work. I spent most of the day running around subbing in for a coworker (again!!! But I guess that’s why they gave me the raise), did a badly needed check run and ran around in circles. All in all, it was quite hair-raising.

Everyone should read this Rimbaud bio! “Merde à deux!” What an expression!

So much to do, so little time. I’m trying to arrange my little getaway to Santa Barbara. I’m hoping to be up there when DJ Fatkid is still in town, but the margin is quite slim. I’m wanting to be up there on the weekend of the 8/9. Possibly, maybe. I just want to have a nice relaxing (and drama-less I should add) weekend filled with sufficient amounts of booze (I’ve become such a cheap date). And there will be people who don’t spin in shock over what I say. No self-censorship!!! That’s always a good thing.

I just got a nice $1.50/hour raise. And it’s a merit one, so when I get reviewed in September, I get another one. WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve been catching up with my shit from work. Shitloads of filing to do, but otherwise not too painful. I’m just hoping I can do a checkrun before too many suppliers get seriously pissed off at me. Rimbaud is good. He’s very good.

I’ve re-started the bio of Arthur Rimbaud. I didn’t finish it the first time around because of the same ole reasons (I found another book). It’s like I’m a cheating lover. Good thing these books don’t have a say on whether I return.

Just finished Lady Chatterly’s Lover. A lovely piece of literature if I do say so myself. I think I might engage myself with Thomas Hardy’s Tess of D’Ubervilles or Flaubert’s Madame Bovary. I’m still bent on reading more of the classics (heh. I said “bent”). But no pork chops for me tonight. Pure laziness beat me. “Is anybody out there?”

I can’t believe this day isn’t over yet!!! When I get home, I must go running despite this lingering cough I have from my cold last week. Ooooh. And I am also in the mood to cook pork chops tonight. So much to do….

Another weekend down the hole.

I tend to get this way during the summer: completely disillusioned. Bah! Maybe I’ll make something happen this summer. Anyhow, it seems time to make another trek to Santa Barbara soon. I feel that urge inside me. Going. Going…..

Well the weekend wasn’t a complete waste. I did my laundry this morning, and I’m in the final stretch of Lady Chatterly’s Lover. Did some painting. Practiced Chopin’s Ballade #1 and started on his Ballad #2. I’m a partee anima(l).

…and I’m making a mix tape tonite. Woo hoo!

That’s the main problem with LA. Once you are here for a while, things start to get tedious. Perhaps it’s because of the people I know here. Perhaps the aura of the city brings out the anti-socialite in me.

Last night, I was out with Madelaine (whose birthday is today!!!!). We ended up going to the Santa Monica Promenade. A huge cloud hangs over that place especially since Midnight Special is being run out of business. We ate at Johnny Rockets since my cash supply is low at the moment (stupid car!!!). Afterwards, it was the same conversation as ever:

Madelaine: Let’s go to __(insert store here)__
Moi: Nah. (gets out cigarette and starts puffing away)

And so the routine goes. Can someone please let me out of my misery?

Anyhow, I’m going to do some painting, writing and finish reading Lady Chatterly’s Lover. What a wonderful book!