You know, this is how I always wanted my job to be. Pay me to sit here, listen to the radio, and write drivel to myself, friends, and online journal sites. It’s pretty much what I was doing at my previous job except that I’m actually fulfilling my duties here. I have no work ethic. I’m not afraid to admit that.
I haven’t surfed the Web in weeks, and I don’t think I’m missing much to be honest. I was pleased to discover a completely dorky picture of me on the KEXP Web site from our trip to NYC. Good god. Other than that? What do people do online? I’m kind of lost. I’ve never been good at killing time online. I go to Wired, get bored in a minute. Read all my favorite diaries in like an hour. Check all my band sites and calendar listings. That’s it. I mean, what the hell else if the Internet good for?
I guess I could follow the news or politics for once in my life. But I’ve already got a myriad of reasons handy to slit my wrists. The weather, for instance. Oh, wait. Nevermind. I’m over the whole seratonin thing.
Yesterday I spent the whole day wandering around the city with no place to be but the racquetball court at 6:00. I haven’t taken a day off in a while, and I spent it luxuriously, hitting my usual round of cafes and book stores. It was 80 degrees and ridiculously sunny. I was calm and centered and happy.
Which is probably why I have absolutely nothing to write about today.
How about them Red Sox?
Monday is the Boston Marathon. “You run, we’ll drink beer!” It’s traditionally been a day of wanton chaos and massive, concentrated mayhem, but this year I’m going to be good. Maybe just a bite at the Joshua Tree and a Shamrock Shake.
My favorite new album is the Trembling Blue Stars, "Broken by Whispers." You'll listen to it if you know what's good for you.
Before I bore you all to death, I’m going back to whatever people do online. Or offline. I’ve been reading a lot of magazines. I especially enjoy my guilty indulgence of Reader’s Digest that I buy each week for the kitchen table. It makes me feel validated as a writer.
Carry on.
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