I hate Wednesdays.

I’ve been in a haze all day for apparantly no reason. I don’t know how many things I’ve bumped into. After a while it hurts, but still no sign of consciousness at all. I told my supervisor that I should probably get a lobotomy. It actually sounds like a viable option at this point.

For some reason, I have picked up Ulysses by James Joyce again. I will attempt it, but I’m not making any promises.

This weekend is Dead Low Tide @ the Troubadour. Yay! Since my lazy ass missed them back in March, I will go.

Now in a haze that is just as thick as it was when I first started typing, I will leave for now.

I picked up a whole bunch of books last Sunday. I started reading Please Kill Me, the book about the beginnings of the punk movement in New York in the sixties and seventies. It’s done documentary style with interviews of Lou Reed, Andy Warhol, Bebe Buell, the Ramones and everyone else who got the movement started. This book is so much fun!!!! Pick it up and read!!!!

I’m looking forward to seeing Dead Low Tide at the Troubadour on the 25th. Hopefully DJ Fatkid will get his ass down here from Santa Barbara for the show. I haven’t seen him in fucking ages.

It’s been pretty uneventful lately. I cleaned out the inside of my car on Saturday. It was like going through an archaelogical dig. I found a Dischord Records sampler from 1982 underneath the driver seat. I have no idea whose it is or how it got there. The only thing I know is that it’s mine now. It has Minor Threat, the Untouchables, the Void and other DC hardcore bands from back in the day.

I think I’ll go burn shit now.

I can’t wait to see Rocket from the Crypt tomorrow night. I saw them back in October and fell in love with them again. I forget what a great live show they put on. But I really do need to go out and see more shows; the last show I saw was Milemarker back at the end of January.

Everything has been quiet lately which is sort of unsettling. I think I’ll go fuck some shit up and make things exciting.

For anyone who likes their rock a bit sludgy with a dark side, get the new Dead and Gone album The Beautician. I just picked it up on Sunday and love rocking out to it. Can’t wait to see them live this summer.

Speaking of live shows, I’m eagerly awaiting to see RFTC this Thursday.

It seems that time has become quite elusive to me. I can’t seem to find the time to do everything I want. For example, last night I decide to go running when I get home. I come back, take a shower, get a bite to eat, wash my bed linens and clean up my bookshelf. Once I finish all of that, it’s 11:00pm! I think I’m starting to lose my marbles.

Anyhow, while I was running, I came across a loquat tree that was filled with ripe fruit. I had to stop for a minute and drool at the over-abundance of loquats. Unfortunately, the tree stood across a sewage ditch from where I was drooling. I had to let it go and move on. All of those fruit will now go to waste. Ugh.

One of my favorite shows right now is Gilmore Girls. It’s a show about nothing, which is sort of Joycean if you think about it. It’s quite funny to see the WB network promoting the show. In the ads, they make it seem something wildly dramatic is going to happen. Of course it doesn’t. The only thing that truly disturbs me about the show is the lack of diversity. It is so white-bread that it brings tears to my eyes. Fortunately, they have good writers, so it makes it all worthwhile.

In other news…. Wait! There is no other news. Nevermind.

Right now, I’m trying to find music to purchase. I have no idea what to get (that almost never happens). The only thing on my list so far is the new JBSX album, and even that is sort of a half-assed urge. I guess I’ll officially throw my hands up in air and give up.

So this weekend was another bust. I spent most of the time fucking around with Illustrator. That program is the best thing since sliced bread. I have no idea what I’d do without it. Actually, I probably would’ve been out shopping or doing something involving human interaction.

I did my taxes late last night and will be expecting a good chunk of refunds. I’m trying to think what I’m going to do with the money. Perhaps a new computer. Perhaps a nice vacation (I won’t get sick this time around). Who knows

I was on the phone with Norman last night. He was talking about how things were going with his new girlfriend. Nonchalantly he used the word “love”. Right then, I asked him, “How the fuck are you using the word ‘love’.” Naturally he defends his choice of words, but what the fuck? That is probably the nastiest four-letter word in the English language. Ugh.

Everyone I talk to about the breakup of Unwound asks me the same question: who is Unwound. I don’t have anything to say to that. Oh well. I’ll just listen to their shit.