june 3rd, 2017: 97 seconds

my day had to start a bit earlier than i wanted. first thing on the agenda was a haircut in el paso. being there by 9 meant getting on the road around 7:30. that went all right. from there it was a stop by the mall to see the new 7s before heading to the movies.

doing the meetup thing again. its been a while. a long while actually. the thing i dont like is that people always just want to talk about what you do and all the questions with that. nobody cares what youre into. and maybe if i wasnt so unhappy it would be fine. but i am so its not.

i was all set to get back on the road, but then tricky falls sent over a message that robert randolph was cancelled for tomorow. so now i have to go back across town to all that music for my refund. so i may as well stop by guitar center too.

back home. and very tired. even the drive back was rough. so i decided a quick nap might be a good idea. that quick nap lasted for about 5 or 6 hours. 

in that time i had an odd dream. it took place back in the newport news days and revolved around me getting a cat. but it was a large one that was more of a wild, outdoors type but had somehow been slightly domesticated. i dont remember a lot about the dream other than having to constantly pick it up and move it around.

so those new love's i bought the other day will likely be cancelled. apparently i was supposed to call in and confirm the order. its like a fancy version of finishline. so that sucks. 

finally watching 97 seconds. there's a scene with someone picking up a large dog and it reminds me of my dream. its kinda weird to see stuff happen that you just thought about. theres probably a word for that and im sure it sounds very made up.