Going to a birthday party tonight. I'm going to party like a fireman. We have to be up early to move the couch and loveseat. That wouldn't be a problem for me, but certain other parties "need" sleep. Speaking of which, I should give the couch people a quick call to make sure things are set up for tomorrow. The tricky question is when we are going to return and how.
Going to NYC next weekend.
I never should've gotten on that Electric Six kick. They are indelibly stuck in my head. I accidentally slip words into what I'm saying because of the soundtrack in my head.
Need to arrange stuff in the house to accomodate incoming furniture. Need to arrange stuff in the house in general. We are getting close.
Work: stuff to do, mildly painful, but stuff has to be done.
I'm starting a fire. Electric demons in love.
I get so tired sometimes.
I think Zooey Deschanel is a better music act than actor act. I just like her music a lot and look forward to the mythical new album.
I hate travel. Why can't everything always be right here?
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