The muffin man strikes again.
It's early. I think I only got about three hours of sleep last night. It's crazy. I'm tired. The only thing that's keeping me awake is this giant cup of coffee sitting next to the PC monitor right now. It's a good thing I had a pretty hellish nightmare that kicked me awake. Otherwise I'd have stayed asleep and I have a pretty important thing to do in the morning. Meaning now. Well, in an hour. Whatever.
Bunch of people came over last night. We watched a movie. Bridget Jones 2: The Edge of Reason. Fucking terrible. What people see in those unappealing, predictable comedies is beyond me. But the movie somehow kept everyone around me entertained, which left me free to do some writing in my black book. Finished up a couple of songs I had started. I don't know why I do that anymore. Write songs. It's not like I'm gonna be performing them any time soon. Although I have thought about getting a band together over here. The Buenos Aires indie rock scene is vibrant and energetic and I think they need something truly original. But I know if I started a band here it wouldn't be original at all. It'd be derivative, trite bullshit with maybe some clever lyrics.
Sha. I'll never stop being fascinated / amused by old pictures of me. I don't know why. My guess is that they give me some insight into what I've become. It was such a sudden transformation. I remember always having a sense of humor, but when did it evolve into this? I don't think I'd like myself very much if I met myself when I was a kid. I don't think the kid version would like the grown-up version too much either. But anyway. That's neither here nor there. Look at the picture. I am a muffin man.
My LJ is sporting a new layout, too. The background picture I took with Andrea's camera in a downtown Palermo library / bookstore / coffee place. It's not that great, but it looks good as a background.
Last night I was drinking vodka like it was water and somehow I don't feel it at all today. Which is a good thing. I hate vodka hangovers. It was a fun night. I mean, Bridget Jones aside. Some really cool, older Brazilian dudes stopped by and we discussed Xuxa, El Carrapicho and other great contributions Brazil has given to the world. Brazilians are so fucking cool. And happy. I've never met an angry Brazilian. They always seem so joyful and just brimming with energy and enthusiasm. Anyway, by the end of the night they were pretty fucking drunk and I was worried they wouldn't be able to get home. Apparently they did, 'cause I just checked my gmail and found an e-mail from one of them telling me how great the CD I made for him is.
As tired as I am, I really like this early-morning feeling. It's great.
I have a big day ahead of me. See you guys later.
Bunch of people came over last night. We watched a movie. Bridget Jones 2: The Edge of Reason. Fucking terrible. What people see in those unappealing, predictable comedies is beyond me. But the movie somehow kept everyone around me entertained, which left me free to do some writing in my black book. Finished up a couple of songs I had started. I don't know why I do that anymore. Write songs. It's not like I'm gonna be performing them any time soon. Although I have thought about getting a band together over here. The Buenos Aires indie rock scene is vibrant and energetic and I think they need something truly original. But I know if I started a band here it wouldn't be original at all. It'd be derivative, trite bullshit with maybe some clever lyrics.
Sha. I'll never stop being fascinated / amused by old pictures of me. I don't know why. My guess is that they give me some insight into what I've become. It was such a sudden transformation. I remember always having a sense of humor, but when did it evolve into this? I don't think I'd like myself very much if I met myself when I was a kid. I don't think the kid version would like the grown-up version too much either. But anyway. That's neither here nor there. Look at the picture. I am a muffin man.
My LJ is sporting a new layout, too. The background picture I took with Andrea's camera in a downtown Palermo library / bookstore / coffee place. It's not that great, but it looks good as a background.
Last night I was drinking vodka like it was water and somehow I don't feel it at all today. Which is a good thing. I hate vodka hangovers. It was a fun night. I mean, Bridget Jones aside. Some really cool, older Brazilian dudes stopped by and we discussed Xuxa, El Carrapicho and other great contributions Brazil has given to the world. Brazilians are so fucking cool. And happy. I've never met an angry Brazilian. They always seem so joyful and just brimming with energy and enthusiasm. Anyway, by the end of the night they were pretty fucking drunk and I was worried they wouldn't be able to get home. Apparently they did, 'cause I just checked my gmail and found an e-mail from one of them telling me how great the CD I made for him is.
As tired as I am, I really like this early-morning feeling. It's great.
I have a big day ahead of me. See you guys later.