Thursday March 31 2011



My alarm goes off at 4:30 p.m. I texted Margot last night to come drag me out of bed at this time but she’s not here. She shows up ten minutes later.

Going to the bank together.


In the kitchen eating Breakfast: Sesame Bagel with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.

She’s off to work.

Her: “I love you forever.”

Me: “Wow. That’s big.”


Finally finding some Google work—doing that for a half hour.


Practicing with the band at the storage unit.

Quick stop back at the house—sharing food with Chris. Eating one of the frozen Pizza Al Pollo Asado that Josh and the kids dumpster dove the other day, which happened to be like two or three boxes full of these goodies. Apparently, there was a recall because Trader Joe’s failed to mention there was wheat in the ingredients. Now our house is stocked with Pizza Al Pollo Asados, which are quite delicious.


Musicplayer show at Winston’s Café with The Late Virginia Summers and Goodwill Falcon.

Speaking into the microphone, “I’d like to dedicate this set to the queen.”

I notice Margot chatting with John Flowers in the back, “Hey Margot! Listen! This song’s for you.”

Starting off with a new song called “Sexy Pain” that seems to go well.

During our performance I feel wonderfully excited to be playing. Kal’s bass amp craps out early in the set making a dumb crackle sound. And he already had it looked at too. But whatever. He plugs into the extra amp I brought and we continue on like good indie rock soldiers.

Rushing to get back. Unloading all the music gear into the unit, then heading to work.


Newspaper route.

Snacking hardcore on Mixed Nuts, Salt n Vinegar Chips, and Chocolate.

Coast to Coast AM—hearing a definitive eye witness story of a reoccurring UFO in their backyard.


Draining and cleaning out the hydrogen generator on my car—supposed to do this after 2500 miles. Now I should be noticing some MPG increase.


Eating a Salad (Butter Lettuce, Carrots, Grape Tomatoes, Olive Oil and Vinegar) and Fresh Garlic Bread.

Watching Red Road [2006].


Business.


Sleep 9:30 a.m.

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