A pearl of wisdom amidst summary details regarding my personal escape from Ice Planet Hell.
Wednesday, 2004-08-04 | Classic Gin, Journal, Music
I definitely laughed so hard tonight that a piece of my throat broke off. It probably didn't help matters that I was smoking and laughing and choking and breaking all at the same time.
In any event, the blood is running now and it's hard to swallow.
The last days are arranged. We've set the last CMT practice date, I've set my official egress (from the planet) date and my last day of work is a scant four days from now.
In other news, my game of chicken with The City of Chicago and the Department of Streets and Sanitation is going gang busters. One ticket in three weeks. Keep your fingers crossed.
Every song I've never heard but only read the lyrics to sounds like Interpol in my head.