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I suppose it's time to break out this beast of a journal again. It's 12:30 a.m. on a Saturday night/Sunday morning. I'm halfway into a pot of Espresso Roast coffee and knee deep in good music.
Earlier I watched the movie Pi. It was directed by the same fellow that did Requiem for a Dream. Pi was the weirdest fucking movie I've ever seen. It wasn't good weird; it was strange weird.
BlockBuster is going fairly well. I'm not really getting that many hours but that's alright. I've got plenty of Caitlin time.
It's really strange how certain music can take you back to a certain time. I'm listening to The Postal Service for the first time in a while. When I first got this CD I was working in the Deli in Winn-Dixie. Now any time I listen to it I'm reminded of driving to work in the wee hours of the morning when the road was all mine.
I did a bit of cleaning today and it made me feel good. Strange.
I'm not even sure what to write about anymore. I used to update like a fucking rabbit but not anymore. I'm too lazy for writing.
This is for you, Stars.
Earlier I watched the movie Pi. It was directed by the same fellow that did Requiem for a Dream. Pi was the weirdest fucking movie I've ever seen. It wasn't good weird; it was strange weird.
BlockBuster is going fairly well. I'm not really getting that many hours but that's alright. I've got plenty of Caitlin time.
It's really strange how certain music can take you back to a certain time. I'm listening to The Postal Service for the first time in a while. When I first got this CD I was working in the Deli in Winn-Dixie. Now any time I listen to it I'm reminded of driving to work in the wee hours of the morning when the road was all mine.
I did a bit of cleaning today and it made me feel good. Strange.
I'm not even sure what to write about anymore. I used to update like a fucking rabbit but not anymore. I'm too lazy for writing.
This is for you, Stars.