Not much to report. School started. I found a bunch of (…And You Will Know Us By the) Trail of Dead stickers. If you want one, ask. My friend Kevin has self-published his second novel, Cocktail—wheeeeeeee! I look forward. It was my brother Joe’s birthday a couple weeks ago—he’s (gasp!) 13. It’s my mom’s birthday in a couple days. She’s about the age of a mom. Happy birthday, kids! I love you lots.
I’m getting bugs in my brain about going to Coachella in California April 26-27th. The rumored headliners are Radiohead and The Cure, the two most significant I’ve-never-seen-and-can’t-die-until-I-have bands on my life to-do list. Underworld is also in the mill along with several other fantastic groups.
I figure this is a legitimate wildcrazy adventure ’cause I’m graduating in May and in my four years of university, I’ve never done anything special for spring break (even though it’s not during spring break… damn) and and and and soon I’ll get too close to adult responsibility to ever imagine possibly this is something I can could should will do. I’ll wait until the lineup is confirmed before I start rallying support < within and without >, but yes—the coming months could be manic indeed (Chicago via Greyhound for Underworld last October was just a warm-up : ).
Um, what else… yesterday I attended a staff appreciation lunch:
Due to the rarity of getting paid to eat free food, I consumed a frightful amount of tacos and became violently ill. Stupid hardware. Efficiency was exceptionally low. Bwah.
Oh yeah… and I made the bread but broke the chain. You always knew I was a bad person. Didn’t you.
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