May 31, 2009 18:01
Book, I don't want to write you.
A lady is changing her baby's diaper in the velvet chair next to me. I'm sitting in a Starbucks in downtown St. Paul; Lindsey is doing inventory and then we're going to the Third Eye Blind show. Yeah Yeah Yeahs were last night and short and a little disappointing as a result. I was also surrounded by a bunch of old men who didn't want to rock out and had no opportunity to get anywhere else so was pretty pissed. I'm hoping tonight's FREE show makes up for that. I get to drive all night though because of the show because Katie is kinda pissed (I think) about the whole thing and she has to work at 7. Christ.
The Katie/Mike dynamic is interesting; I've felt I've gotten unnecessarily picked on more than usual this weekend and I was just pissed with it by today (as was evidenced by my barely talking all day). I'll be glad to get back home.
Fuck, it's hot here and it's cold here. My body hates this. My body hates eating too.