One hour and fifteen minutes until my work week is over.
Counting. Counting.
Today was nice and easy, considering how hectic it’s been the last couple of days. I like having a nice, mellow Friday to ease me into my weekend. And I’ve got a couple of really short work weeks coming up, since I’m taking 5 days off to drive to Canada for Ingalise’s wedding next weekend. I’ve never actually driven that drive (19 hours each way!) but I’ve been on it several times as a passenger. And me and Emily are going to take a somewhat leisurely two-day approach to the trip, too.
Tomorrow though, we’re heading into Berkeley with Holly, to go visit the Vivarium, Comic Relief, and Amoeba Records. In other words, it’s going to be an expensive day for me….hehe. I’m hoping Amoeba will have Kid A on vinyl this time…they were fresh out when I made my big shopping spree a while back, but that was the SF store, so who knows.
I also hope to play a lot of Vice City this weekend…much to Emily’s dismay, I’m sure. I may end up working on music instead, though.
The damn Bay Guardian wasn’t in any of the racks yesterday, or today. What the fuck? I had to spring for a Chronicle to read on my break. Those bastards are slacking on their Santa Rosa distro…(I saw copies at Video Droid last night, in Cotati…Incidentally, we rented The Awful Truth Season One: Vol. Two (after watching the first season last weekend), Fritz the Cat, Felix the Cat (har har), and Requiem for a Dream, which I still haven’t seen yet, unfortunately.
One Hour and seven minutes.
Counting. Counting.
More later…
