What part of I don't want to work here any more don't you understand?

I have some time to reacquaint myself with friends next week. Any takers?
Is it really a bad idea to go to Coney Island on Labor Day?
Does anyone want to be a tech at a comedy club? If you do, let me know.
It's really raining.
Can you tell I have nothing to say?
I really like this radio show, but usually they just play some sort of ambient noise. I want to do that. Make a record of just sound. Maybe I could get it played on the air.
I met a woman tonight who just quit her teaching job. She had been teaching for a few years, but when she met her new class, she just bailed. Eventually, hopefully, you get to a point in life where you just know something is a bad idea. You know spending more time on it would just make it worse, and harder in the long run for you and everyone involved.
Were those shots?

Trying to get excited.

It was a good speech. Much better than I expected, actually.
I got my jury duty paycheck.
I put a guitar together this week. I have guitar parts all over the place, and I decided to make as many whole guitars as I can. All crappy looking and worthless. Today was wiring day. I want to go to school to learn how to build guitars. Some day. I have to get a driver's license first.
This race is gonna get real ugly, and I don't know if I even want to know about it. I may impose a ten week media blackout on myself. Al Gore would have made a fine president. I can't help but wonder if his loss eight years ago made him a better man.
I just realized I should have gotten a colonoscopy before my insurance plan changes, and I have to pay for one.
I got glasses. The optometrist, as well as the lady behind the counter, seemed surprised I haven't been wearing glasses all this time because of my astigmatism.
I have to go to bed now so I can wake up and work at the comedy club for 12 hours.

Who played tonight?

The moon was full and low on the horizon as I walked home past running air conditioners. It's in the 60s tonight. What a waste. When you tell me the same story twice in a row, my first impression is that you're like the junkies I used to work with, but I'm sure you're just drunk, because you look at me like you have things to say, but you don't think I'm listening, or you just can't form the sentences, like one of my ex's. It's not that I've lost focus again, I feel pretty clear-headed, but I'm just not doing the things I know I should. But I'm slowly learning the people I work with, and which people I want to learn more. The sun is coming up over the horizon. Seagulls are circling. I always forget how close to the sea we are.

I

I was evaluated as being an asshole to club management. I explained the reason was that I hate my job. I walked to Drew's bar. I walked out when I didn't see him. I walked past a comedy club and saw a comic through the window who I just saw perform an hour before, on the other side of town. I watched a very loud band from Minnesota. I photographed Rose in the kitchen. I talked to Alice outside. I saw Valerie on the train and didn't say hi again. I returned to my building to find drunken hipsters making out in my doorway.

Another.

Got up, ate, took a nap. Picked up packages from post office. Diamond fret rounding file. Angled handle, and two different grits. Works better than I hoped. Volume/distortion/wah. Light dependent resistors. Fun to play with, but it doesn't work right. Mod it, or get it fixed. Key food. What else? Early to bed doesn't seem to be working. Must get glasses tomorrow. Does this album really have the same song on it three times?

Exchange.

D: "She just punched me in the kidney."
M: "She knows how to fight. We grew up fighting."
J: "Yeah, she fought her way through, um..."
R: "Med school."
M: "Yeah, she fought her way through med school. That's how she knows where your kidney is."

Storage.

Next time I run into you at the grocery store at 2am, I'm gonna start asking for random shit from behind the counter.
"Hey, josh!"
"Oh hey, what's up? Hang on a sec. Yeah, let me also get, um, three of those boxes of qtips, a tube of vagisil, two bottles of robitussin, do you have any tooth brushes? Oh, and a deck of cards." Ya know, just to give you something to talk about.

Marc, I distinctly remember you doing your, "hey, where ya from? New Jersey? What exit?" routine from that ledge. Is it any less real if it didn't happen? (But I think it did.)

What's wrong with the letter C?

I don't know. You do a lot of stuff. Good stuff. Important stuff, and I was happy to hear, but then I felt bad because I don't do anything like that. But still, I'm very happy to have talked to you for those few minutes. Everyone was so fucked up tonight. It's the only way to enjoy that show. Oh, I forgot to offer you a comedy show any time you want. Goals? Anyone? Hello? Ya know, sometimes that person just doesn't care, and that's fine, because you found that out instead of assuming otherwise. And can someone tell that tall girl to get the fuck over it? If it's all a game, she's losing.

Statuses.

I'm seeing people display their sadness and loneliness on the internet in thinly veiled cries for help under the heading of status updates. Usually, it's innocuous fun little, for lack of a better word, updates. But sometimes it's not, and your longing for past glory days seeps out, or an invitation for pity makes it to a column on the right side of my screen. That thing was made for teenagers, folks, but it also turns you into a kid, and not always in a good way.

But I make stuff up a lot. Lately, reality is interesting me far more than what I can fantasize. It says more about my lack of imagination than how exciting my life is right now. There's someone over there I can think about, or someone I can walk up to. What am I seeing here, and what makes me see one over the other, or, better yet, are you the person that thinks, or the person who does?

So yeah, I see you're in Maine, or you're going out to dinner, or you have a doctor's appointment, or you're eating a banana, and it takes all the fun out of wondering. Write something that's gonna confuse people, or make our collective imagination run wild.

How about, "josh doesn't have hot water, and doesn't really care that he just washed his face in a pan of water he heated on his stove?" Nah, too precise.

josh is watching, and listening to, the barber shop make an awning out of plywood at 11:30 at night.

Happy birthday to Hailey and Eileen and Gina and Joe and someone else I'm forgetting.

I'm gonna go to bed. Dirty, and early.

Goals.

What are your goals?
Really, I want to know.
Leave a comment with your goals.
Long and short term.
And your age.
(You can skip the age thing if you want.)
It's a poll.
Very important research.