It’s raining outside and it’s making me feel better. I wish I had a cup of coffee instead of this tea, though.
Today’s gonna be all about being inside, listening to music that i haven’t listened to in years, making cds, packing, and cleaning.
I finally sold my Aurora to some dude on Craigslist. It was up for 400, and when he got here he talked me down to 350 because I had a brooks saddle on there and he said it’d already be molded to me. Kind of a bummer, BUT…
A couple hours after he left he texted me saying that the bike was a lot nicer than he thought, and that he’d paypal me another 50 dollars. And I got to keep my Brooks saddle.
What a nice dude.
Then I drank a pot of coffee, and I couldn’t fall asleep until seven AM. I finally got to watch scanners, though.
I think I got some taco in my lungs.
I should start smoking again.
Feeling like a straight up crazy person these days. After the trip to the dunes last weekend, I spent most of my week lazing around the house. Last time I was unemployed I was pretty bummed out and bored most of the time. This time I don’t live at ball hall though and I have some space/privacy, and a couple of friends to hang out with. Saw a couple of shows. One band of note was “Soil,” a hardcore band from Olympia, WA whose songs were entirely about gardening.
The downside of being unemployed is that… I don’t have any money. I think I’m going to sell my Aurora for a couple of bucks. I don’t use it very often anymore, and it never really fit me very well anyways. That’ll give me some resources for my surprise visit to Buffalo at the end of the month. I got Shelby (my old roommate) a show at the Jungle Gym with Julie Byrne, and Greg Dudley the day after he plays here in Chicago. He’s going to give me a lift from here to there, I hope. Also, show’s not 100% yet, I just hope it works out. (But shhhh)
Last update is that I might be moving to Minneapolis in a few months? Chicago’s starting to grow on me just a little bit, but not enough. We’re slowly crawling up to the ninth month mark, three quarters of the way to “how long you have to give a new city,” and I still… am skeptical. BUT WHO KNOWS.
Left my friggin laundry at Stevie’s and she left, with the door locked. UGGHHHHHH.