I have two bags of primo coffee.  I have no way to grind it though, save for taking it to work and grinding the whole shebang there.  But I want fresh coffee in the morning dammit, FRESH coffee.

I am dragging my heels far too much with working here in Atlanta.  I still have the same dead end job, and I could be doing much more to change that.  But residual senoritis resides still in me.

Ah, but I am in a show in town now.  Playing the role of Matt in Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead at Faberfaction Theatre.  If y’all are in town late February, I invite y’all to come and see it.

Jen came by to visit recently, and those were the best days in a long while.  We share enough poetry to make someone gag, and she played Otis Redding at night.

It doesn’t feel like a new year.

I’m spending more and more time with my music.  So much so now, that it’s starting to get exasperating when I can’t have a good riff or some good lyrics down by the end of the day.  Like i’m taking steps back.  And I STILL haven’t shared any of my stuff with one very talented Ally Pekins!  She’s gotta be either furious with me, or has taken me for a complete flake.  Couldn’t blame her entirely, but I hope she hasn’t forsaken me.

David Mamet, god bless ya, I like what you’ve got to say most times, but other times, you are pretentious up to the nines.  But keep on writing those theory books.

I can’t believe this is even a question, but should I take improv classes this coming 9th?  Tuition is somewhere around 230, and I’m not absolutely positive I should spend that much right now.  And the bum work schedule is getting increasingly hard to manage.  If Willie or Smyra read this, they will probably yell at me.  Ugh, I hate even thinking about not doing it.

What the fuck is this shit Pandora is playing for me?
But if you like dirty soundin’ slide guitar, check out either Tony Furtado or Derek Trucks.  You probably won’t bother though, and that’s okay.

My cousin’s wedding was boring.  But I wish them many happy years still.
I suppose if your wedding is really really exciting and fun, you’re kinda pressured to keep that up for your whole marriage.  Start out boring, and you can only get more fun.  Good thinking kids.
They’re both younger than me, too.  Wow, what a weird thought.
I should get married now.
A new years resolution I suppose.

There are no monsters in your closet, or under your bed.  They’re all in your head.  And they’ll never leave.  Good night kids!