Yesterday I worked eight hours & I karaoked two songs.
Today Dogbreth recorded three songs in four takes.
Tonight I painted my toenails black.
Tomorrow I’m working six hours & driving to the beach with Whitney.
I’m working four jobs these days. I’m getting pretty good at maximizing my one-day-off-a-week.
Coffee with friends & bike rides through dusk. Doing research & favors, having gift card dinners & late mornings. Putting water in the radiator. Not doing laundry. Writing in old notebooks.
I have a lot to do in & before June, gotta figure in some time to swim.
“Won’t Back Down” wasn’t on the karaoke list so I sang “Chop Suey!” instead.
I can’t wait to be on tour.
I mean, maybe we should feel bad for Amy. She gave birth to kittens, that must be traumatizing. Just imagine: carrying triplets, only to have them born with cat-bodies. I’d probably go a little cuckoo, too.
Why don’t I have a pair of cutoff overalls?
