beeble

my total inability to concentrate today is simply staggering. there's just so much to distract! there's things to edit, the at long last arrival of these stupid bags we designed, interviews to have, space-age mugs and blood feuds over the phone line and many pointed accusations that my speaking voice is too loud.

ah well. at least today's internal story-of-the-day has a healthy smattering of references to he-man and the masters of the universe.

i have to do all the laundry in the world tonight. won't that be fun? i have to spend some quality time practicing my ass off, too. maybe i'll make my fingers bleed.

i need to find wire cutters. tame my guitar strings. i replaced them last night, with a brand new phosphor bronze set, handily color-coded for my convenience. and it was terribly convenient, i must say. the handy-dandy color coding meant that i was able to restring while still concentrating on the hotel new hampshire (worst mangling of an excellent book i've ever borne witness to. persons responsible for the film version of kavalier and klay, take note!)...quite exciting. it's amazing what a difference new strings will make.

i feel terribly guilty that i've been spending so much time hiding in my room. i'm kind of neglecting newroommate. it's nothing personal...it just...well...if any of you actually caught today's earlier entry, which i deleted, you'll know why. i'm just kind of in unfit for human consumption mode. to quote mister finn, it's not you, it's me.

anyway. time to get chipper! chipper is what people like!

counting down here, people. friday! mark your calendars! people plotting a trip to ikea that day: be certain to be back in time, because i actually will never forgive you if you miss this show! friday! 8pm! all are welcome! tell 'em you're there to see shiveryde1icious!

rock.