Pabst Eyes
2003-02-27 � 2:44 p.m.

How come is it that the day after drinking Pabst is met with aching eyeballs no matter the moderate quantity consumed? What? Seven isn't a moderate quantity? You hang out with the wrong people, my friend.

Good news on the letter of recommendation — I didn't even have to make an excuse, because the person in question messed up their enrollment forms and so was ineligible to apply for the scholarship at all! Wee, slack!

Last night I was supposed to go with George to see some rock and roll (When Animals Attack and The Clarity Process — did I mention my sister seems to be dating the singer/guitarist of The Clarity Process? Argh...) and just hang out. Unfortunately we had made that plan the night previous in front of other people, namely D.

D. is a fine person and highly entertaining under normal circumstances. She has a tendency to only want to talk about her place of employment, but that's sort of understandable. But she called me up just as I was leaving the house last night to meet George and basically invited herself along.

Normally I wouldn't care. But of the people at the show, I was the only person she really knew and so she stuck to me like glue. I was again in the position of feeling obligated to entertain someone and unable to enjoy myself and relax (or to go talk to the girl across the bar who blushed very fetchingly when I caught her singing along to The Cure — how often is an opening like that going to fall into my lap?).

But I didn't let it show and the music was good, so hopefully she had a good time. I'd hate to have suffered all that and have her be bored (she seemed fine).

Tonight is a night for me to just sit at home and chill out. Maybe dye my hair. Finally finish the damn cover art for that long overdue "Best of 2002" CD project. Watch my taped episode of "The Shield" from Tuesday.

I'm looking forward to tonight. Yes I am.

-t

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