Another sleepless night

This time I didn't even try. Yesterday was great. First Nice Day 08. We spent it sitting on the front porch, drinking whiskey and lookin shitty. Seriously. It was great. We took a walk at some point to get frozen strawbs for smoothies and I bought a seagull mug for 53 cents at Boomerangs. Then we took a little trip to the far end of Cambridge to the Modern Brewer to get beer-making supplies. We weren't sure how to go about it, so we just got two kits. A porter and a stout. My exhaustion caught up with me and I passed out on the couch around 530. Mel was playing Chrono Trigger and I woke up a few times, and each time she was in a different era. Once I was up, Home Fries showed up with spinach pie and eclaires and we started making beer. There was a lot of waiting so we started up a round of Risk, and I have to say Blood Money by Tom Waits is the perfect album for the combination of stirring foul black goo while simultaneously taking over the world.

Risk lasted six hours and was probably the best game of my life. The contenders were myself, Lawrence, David, Tim and Home Fries. Both Lawrence and I were almost immediately crushed then made massive comebacks and thousands of devastating rolls and eliminated everyone else until we were the last armies standing, he white me red. By then it was 230 and after spending ten minutes pitting my 30 Venezualan armies against his 31 Central American we just called it a draw. We were done with the beer by midnight, and it now has to sit for two weeks before it yields 60 beers. We need to harvest bottles in this time. If you have any, let a dog know.

Around 5 we went to the BCD only to find out as we sat in front for an hour that they open at six now. Breakfast was actually good this time, and we saw Scruffy there which is always nice. Then we drove around and sang to the Kinks for a little while before going home. We then watched the three lovely lady cats fight each other slowly for a half hour, then I finally got to task of writing my cover letter. I think I thought the job I want was something else entirely. But whatever. Maybe it'll work. Or maybe they'll just find out I can't read or pay attention or discern between what things actually are and what I expect they are.

Everything's great. Monotonix again tonight with Black Pus in Providence. Man Man tomorrow. Then I'm Ffre.


This was the view at the top of Mount Royal. Stupid crows.

Here we are

Its been quite a month. I worked as a massive foam sculptor, freelance illustrator for textbooks, and tshirt silkscreener, which I quit. I've come up with a few good ideas for future projects. I submitted my grant proposal to get my new comic Dadman Be Damned printed. I've seen a lot of mates I hadn't in a while. I spent some time with new amigos as well. I haven't been to sleep yet and its 9 am. I tried three times, but frantic thought kept me up all night. I botched an infusion this morning. It'll get fixed in the afternoon. Things take time.

I'm applying for a real job this week. I'm writing my cover letter later today. I'd like to be more coherent when that happens. This is the first job I've seen since graduation that I've actually been excited about, but who knows.

I spent last week in Montreal after quitting my rediculous job. The reason? Tim was going to Montreal. It was fun, but there was no real point. All I did was drink, not sleep, drink coffee, and not drink water. I got to see some fun museums and we played laser tag, though. And I saw Wolf Eyes who were as upsetting as ever. Its hard to watch grown men scowl at their homemade noise-instruments for an hour. You just want things to work out for them, but they're from Detroit, so it won't.

I got back to Lawrence's, slept for maybe three hours and jumped on the bus to New York. The reason? No reason. Well. I wanted to see the Marcel Dzama exhibit that was up (and it was great). And I helped Jack write and record a pilot for this show he's working on, Space Burger. And I started writing the yet to be titled show I'm working on with Alan. Hopefully I'll have it and the other one I'm working on me own pitchable by the end of summer. I got sick on the Fung Wah and spent sunday and monday reclined at Alan's. It was nice though, I watched the Fellowship fo the Ring Rifftrax which was kind of funny. A little repetative. Then Casey came over and we talked a while and ordered pizza then Lawrence came over and we played Smash Brothers, then Alan came home and we all left. Woops! We got more pizza and beer and went to bed.

I have never felt as happy to be home as when I got back yesterday. Just everything felt right and I wanted everything to be right. I hung out at Lawrence's for a bit, then got pizza with Keanne, then beers and sammy's in Salem with the boys. The Boys did show up. Then I got home and thrice tried unsuccessfully to sleep from heavy thoughts. Well, one thought, but its the one that's been troubling me the most, but I think I've come to a reasonable solution, if I can just get the oportunity. Well.

I worked on my drawings last night, though. I messed up one part bad and I'm kind of upset, but I think it'll work out. The second time I woke up, I went for a drive around town between 330 and 430. It was nice and foggy. I listened to the Glow Pt.2 and drove and thought. I thought up a good video/installation with glowing helium balloons weighed down with pennies, so they hover, floating over a pond on a moonless night. I just think the reflection'll look nice. I'll do it when it gets warm out.

Add it to the list. And with that I'm going to try and pass out for a few, and I'll leave you with this gem:


Man Man is saturday, and after that: ffredom.

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Its an ugly day

Bleak. Its been an eventful time though, since I came to Boston last night. I saw a free performance at Berklee, classical piano, cello and violin. I liked it alot, though obviously not as much as the experimental set I saw the night before. That was wonderful. After that Tyler, Ryan, Keanne, Paola and I went to Paola's friends house and hung there and played strange Brasilian instruments, listened to Lead Belly, and watched American Idol, something I've never done. We hung there till around midnight, which I didn't understand as being possible.

I crashed at Keanne's and we talked for a while about our brains, and the difficulties of living and finding reasons for everything especially when there isn't a good reason for anything right now. I went to bed around 2 or 3 and got up at 8. I saw Keanne off at the bus stop and abrubtly bumbed into my friend Robin who I haven't seen in at least two years, maybe more. She worked at the animal hospital and suggested I get a job there, which I just might apply for. No reason not to. Prepositions. I hung in her little office for about an hour and witnessed a janitor take extreme pleasure in peeing.

I'm killing time right now. I'm meeting with auntie Lee in three hours. I don't want to wake Lawrence up, buts its pouring out and I've been in this cafe for almost an hour. My friend Meg works here, and I thought she'd moved to New Mexico, but aparently that's been postponed. I couldn't get free coffee because her boss was sleeping on the couch. I'm not sure where I'll head after this. I might just walk to the pru and kill time. Its pretty raw out, but no big deal.

Later on I'm working with Lawrence at the bakery. Accross the street from Caitlin. It could be problematic, but I don't think so. She says she's over me and I'll just be hiding in the back. Not much else you can do. I wish I wasn't working there, but its the only work I've had in three months, a realisation that has been crushing me this past week. I've been home for three months.

I have a few leads in regards to work. Freelance, etc. Time is very slow. I'm emptying my studio on Friday. I need to lighten my load. I discovered some savings bonds I thought I'd already cashed, and have to figure out whether I should spend the money on a car, or a month in Italy. It really is a tough call. I should get out of here.

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