I can't think of a title.
Here's the fifth entry in under twenty-four hours. Let's make it good. Nah, just joking, making stuff good is up to the professionals.
I called the girlfriend. She was lying in bed but I was lucky enough that she wasn't anywhere near sleep, at least according to her. She's not going to come tonight though because she has to watch her sister in the morning. Oh well, that's fine, I get to throw in some more live journal time. Who doesn't need more of that? I also get to read and play my keyboard a bit more, too. Which I did do after talking to her on the phone.
We actually didn't really talk about much. I talked about getting a craving for some waffles so I put some Eggos in the toaster and waited for them to "pop." I ate those on the phone, by the time I was finished she was getting sleepy, I have a tendency to do that to her. You know, put her to sleep. So we said our farewells and I finished drawing those lines for my sheet music transciption and took off to the basement. I fiddle around down there for a little while, about thirty minutes. I had to relearn the first four measures because I was doing one or two just a little wrongly.
Then I came up and now I'm on live journal again. What a life. I guess I'll go bake some chicken sandwiches and tator tots and read some Henry Rollins while I wait. Maybe listen to some Rollins, too.
I should finish that drawing I told Jeremy I would do a few days ago. I'm a bad brother.
I'll probably be back in a couple of hours.
I called the girlfriend. She was lying in bed but I was lucky enough that she wasn't anywhere near sleep, at least according to her. She's not going to come tonight though because she has to watch her sister in the morning. Oh well, that's fine, I get to throw in some more live journal time. Who doesn't need more of that? I also get to read and play my keyboard a bit more, too. Which I did do after talking to her on the phone.
We actually didn't really talk about much. I talked about getting a craving for some waffles so I put some Eggos in the toaster and waited for them to "pop." I ate those on the phone, by the time I was finished she was getting sleepy, I have a tendency to do that to her. You know, put her to sleep. So we said our farewells and I finished drawing those lines for my sheet music transciption and took off to the basement. I fiddle around down there for a little while, about thirty minutes. I had to relearn the first four measures because I was doing one or two just a little wrongly.
Then I came up and now I'm on live journal again. What a life. I guess I'll go bake some chicken sandwiches and tator tots and read some Henry Rollins while I wait. Maybe listen to some Rollins, too.
I should finish that drawing I told Jeremy I would do a few days ago. I'm a bad brother.
I'll probably be back in a couple of hours.