I should be sleeping, but then I remembered I had some weblog, somewhere.

So… update, update, update.

The internet was down for a while, and now we have it back. We’re paying for it now, which means, no, we weren’t paying for it before… it’s quite a story, and sometime, when I have the time to do it, I’ll tell you.

Today we spent the day tearing off our roof, beginning what will be the second of Jim’s many improvements to the house over the summer. Earlier, last week, we installed recessed lighting into Matt’s room, which we will do with mine, once it is time for me to change rooms in the house.

I am absolutely beat from today’s tearing. And I probably shouldn’t be writing in this thing, but since I am here, I should.

I spent the weekend helping Devon move to San Francisco, for law school. He happens to live just three or four blocks from the Great American Music Hall, and Sunday night, Sufjan Stevens played there to a sold-out show. I wasn’t able to go, because I had to be back in town to get up to break my house, but…

thinking about summer, in the strange city, Sufjan Stevens and the Great American Music Hall. Thinking about the last time these four occurences collided…

I need to make many phone calls. I don’t call people enough. I don’t call anybody enough, and if you’re reading this, and you’re one of those people, know that you are being thought of far more than my telephonical behavior dictates.

Tomorrow, I will continue breaking my house, followed by a AAAAAHHHHH hair appointment at noon. Then, a meeting with a friend that may hire me to do some banner work for his printing company, and then, at 4:30, an interview in Santa Margarita for a job I need to have. Pacific Beverage Distribution needs a designer, and since they do all the advertising for Anheuser-Busch from San Luis to King City, this is pretty big time.

Tomorrow… woo-hoo.

3 thoughts on “I should be sleeping, but then I remembered I had some weblog, somewhere.”

  1. good luck on the haircut! i just got mine done, too! for under two dollars! it was the first time my hairdresser so much as touched white-person hair, and it’s hard to say which one of us was more afraid…

    it didn’t turn out half bad, though! i can’t wait to see yours!

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