 |
version seven. http://demongin.org |
Wake Up with Hilary Duff
The happenings of the day remind me about how every silver lining has a cloud.
Sunday, 2004-07-25 | Classic Gin, Journal
Just a reminder: Box Social Four will be taking place this coming weekend. That's July 30th and 31st. Bring a sleeping bag--it'll be a two day bender.
What will follow is a short list of what I did today. Some parties may find it interesting as it contains various admissions of guilt, bits of personal information and references to certain parties.
I woke up in my sleeping quarters at around 10:30AM or so. The fucked up thing about having a job is that it gets you in this weird, hard to break habit of not being able to sleep--even when you really want to.
I made it to Lisle before noon. The idea was that I was going to spend some quality time with my Jeep. The fucked up thing about the relationship a man has with his Jeep is that no matter what has happened or what is going on in the background, the second that 9/15th hex wrench head comes out, everything in the world seems right.
I got the doors off around 1:30 or 2:00 and hit the road for some doorless Jeep-riding.
If you were with me at 4:00 or so, you'd be sitting with Taurie Wilk in front of a coffee shop in downtown LaMont. The coffee shop was owned by some suspicious Eastern Bloc types--even the patrons were giving us the stink-eye. The fucked up thing about having coffee with Taurie in LaMont is that she lives there now. I guess she, Jim and Aurie packed up the operation and relocated to LaMont about two years ago. Makes you think.
At 7:30 or so I had the shits--I had them really bad. I had over-extended myself once again at the dinner table and eaten too much of the rich, nutrient dense food of the suburbs. The fucked up thing about living well is that it is so utterly incompatible with living poorly on almost every level.
At 10:00 I had finished putting a fresh coat of wax on the Jeep and took a ride to John Chase's uptown Hinsdale residence. I saw about one half hour of Bad Santa, the major motion picture starring Billy Bob Thornton. I also saw John's shiny new Toshiba tablet. That shit is red-motherfucking-hot. I have got to get me one of those. The fucked up thing about tablets is how badly I covet the image they convey--I'm a sucker for lifestyle props.
The countdown to the Escape From Ice Planet Hell has definitely begun.
