You put the knob end in that way.
Last night we began our new discography project. I ripped 139 tracks that we’ve recorded, and Heath tells me there are another 25-50 that he’s got that I don’t. And we have yet to go all the way back and start compiling our tapes (actual Maxell tapes) onto disc. Rather than making me feel proud, this large number of songs I’ve helped to write and record just makes me hungry to record more. There is a certain gluttony involved. We must have something close to 200 individual recordings. I think that’s more studio tracks than Queen released in their career. Maybe not, but there you have it.
OK, I had to check that, and it is more than they released, commercially.
Anorak off now, I’ll stop being a total wash.
I have to make it over to the INS office at lunch today to see if they’ll extend my alien stamp for another year since the card still hasn’t been processed. Well, I know they’ll do it, I’m just hoping it only takes a minute and doesn’t cost anything. Am I being naïve? Perhaps, but this is Providence, it’s never busy in there. We’ll see. I hate doing anything like this. I hate queuing up at the bank, to do my license, being in any ‘waiting’ room. It makes me anxious for no good reason. Even when I’m doing something where I know the result is definite, I still feel like I’m about to swallow an unmarked pill in an unmarked van on the verge of an unimpressive field in the middle of nowhere. If only it were that exciting.
I had strange dreams about policemen last night. I’d like to have had a dream about a strange policeman, but it didn’t turn out that way. Some combination of things I’m taking at night now seems to be producing the most profoundly provocative images. I’ll have to increase the dosage, see if I can’t just live there.
I was given the Carry On dvd boxed set as a present this weekend. It may be the single most ludicrous gift ever. I’m in utter stitches and heavenly peels of ecstasy over receiving it. Some people know me better than others. Or they are just responding to my repeated demands. I’ll speak no more.
~m
OK, I had to check that, and it is more than they released, commercially.
Anorak off now, I’ll stop being a total wash.
I have to make it over to the INS office at lunch today to see if they’ll extend my alien stamp for another year since the card still hasn’t been processed. Well, I know they’ll do it, I’m just hoping it only takes a minute and doesn’t cost anything. Am I being naïve? Perhaps, but this is Providence, it’s never busy in there. We’ll see. I hate doing anything like this. I hate queuing up at the bank, to do my license, being in any ‘waiting’ room. It makes me anxious for no good reason. Even when I’m doing something where I know the result is definite, I still feel like I’m about to swallow an unmarked pill in an unmarked van on the verge of an unimpressive field in the middle of nowhere. If only it were that exciting.
I had strange dreams about policemen last night. I’d like to have had a dream about a strange policeman, but it didn’t turn out that way. Some combination of things I’m taking at night now seems to be producing the most profoundly provocative images. I’ll have to increase the dosage, see if I can’t just live there.
I was given the Carry On dvd boxed set as a present this weekend. It may be the single most ludicrous gift ever. I’m in utter stitches and heavenly peels of ecstasy over receiving it. Some people know me better than others. Or they are just responding to my repeated demands. I’ll speak no more.
~m