march 24th, 2014: dont hit him, its not my car!

kicking off the day with family guy and american dad

i was supposed to be going down to london with brittenney, but it was starting to look unlikely. however, just in case it did i wanted to still knock out a few errands. first off was stopping my motorspares to get my bike tire dealt with. from there was a trip to the gym. 

after that we talked about our trip and put the plans together. unfortunately, because of timing, that meant id have to rush home and get ready. eventually we were on the road for what i kinda felt would be a long drive...

it went a lot better than expected. given how little we deal with each other its surprising how well we get along. once i got around the underground station i said something about how i should hit a biker for being in the way. 

her: "don't hit him; its not my car!"

it seemed like there was a hint of sincerity in that, but i was focused on her reasoning. interesting.

we spent the next couple hours running around. i had chipotle for the first time in a while. in the past i wasnt big on it and im still not. its not bad, but its not moes. it was a pretty nice afternoon though.

back at home for halfway home and walking dead.

finishing the night with some guitar

march 23rd, 2014: a boy...for the future

i was up early in the morning despite having gone to sleep just hours earlier.

listening to the bret hart edition of talk is jericho. his sound quality was so bad that it was hard to concentrate. all in all it was still good to listen to him talk. that was followed up with the last bit of 'talking dead' that i couldnt hang in for.

a very expected nap.

laundry. finishing halfway home. i had forgotten how good of a show that was. i wouldve liked another short season like the first, but at least it ended on a high note.

i went into work for a solo music session. it ended up being pretty productive. i tested out my new processor for a while as well as worked a few acoustic songs. 

back home to watch home movies and have dinner.

a few weeks ago id signed up for patreon to support tom merritts tech show. in the last couple days he hit a milestone of $10,000. to give back a bit of thanks he and his production assistant put together a video where they individually thanked everybody. it was a pretty impressive feat considering how long the the list/video was. i was curious to see if theyd pull of any play on words with my name. they didnt.

march 22nd, 2014: ahhhh...better life!

waking up and watching community. it was another dungeons and dragons episode. not as good as the last one, but thats what ive come to expect this season.

watching benoit vs angle from royal rumble 2003. it wasnt as good as i remembered. then again, i was a bigger fan of things at that time so maybe i was a little biased. i also found it odd, but somewhat expected, that they dont offer the little link points for the benoit match.

yeserday id called brittenny to tell her we had a day off monday and see if she wanted to make plans for the weekend. she replied with a text message which i saw a long time after the fact. i had replied to it, taking this years total up to 5. she hadnt replied and today i saw that it never actually sent. so i resent it and sure enough got a reply that time. text messaging sucks. in its purest form that is. service coverage is to blame too.

cleaning. napping.

cambridge with stokes to pick up some music things. back to the office to play around. at some point stokes starts playing a song that id had stuck in my head since february 26th. i tried looking it up but couldnt nail the lyrics and thus got nowhere. turns out it was collective soul, who did come up in my initial searches. december wasnt one of my results though

witty jokes with the beach whisperer. i miss that life....watching home movies.

cambridge again. or not. newmarket instead. dancing with the other britney stuck between jed and me. jed delivers the line of that night:

yeah, you dirty whore.

on the way back my road tax thing was finally noticed. talking my way through that.

back home and watching talking dead. that show isnt what i thought it was. not at all. i made it most of the way through, but sleep won with about 10 minutes to spare.

march 21st, 2014: pop goes the tire

i was up early today. around 4:30... the blame goes all on yesterday. partly because i went to sleep super early and partly because i had things on my mind.

stopping by work to drop off my guitar before going to the gym. after that i parked by the lodging building and walked home. on the way out a girl at the gate said something to me but i somewhat ignored her. 

walking back in i saw her again and we exchanged a few words. back at work for a while, but leaving to avoid people coming around...

at home i noticed that my rear tire was deflated. i shouldve given that more though, but i just pumped it up and went on about my business. at the gate i ran into that girl again and had a little small talk. doing the whole flirtatious thing because...why not.

hanging around with brandon for a while and talking about the usual nothing. at some point i noticed that my tire was flat again. luckily he was able to give me a ride home.

food. nap.

a trip to ipswich for a jazz thing. i brought stokes along thinking he might have a good time. neither of us were too into it though. we left and stumbled onto a pretty decent band at the mulberry inn. definitely a turnaround for the night. it made us want to play a bit but of course by the time wed get back, that wouldnt be an option. maybe tomorow.

home. sleep.

march 20th, 2014: age aint nothing but a number

starting the day with some aqua

i rode to work today. its been a long time, but it felt pretty good. workout with franz ferdinand.

lunch with brittenny again. it wasnt exactly lunch since neither of us ate, but it was lunch time though. she almost stabbed me while we were cutting things. that wasnt great. riding back and talking about movies. age aint nothing but a number came on the radio... thinking about...all that.

home. tnt. dinner. reading comics in bed.

sleep by 8:30