March 25, 2003
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It was a day.
Got a fair amount done at work – there’s a lot of projects going on. Today was mainly my company’s extranet, a few edits to the Our Lucaya website and some prep work for the upcoming Holland America gig.
I need to do a lot of work on my freelance work with Speedy Dog Group. *gah* Time, time, time.
As if I’m not busy enough, I got a call today from Tom Taylor reminding me that tonight was the Sheridan Neighborhood Organization’s monthly meeting. He also wanted to put a “bug in my ear” about the possibility of running for a position as neighborhood board member next month. I’d really like to get more civically involved, but right now I’m concerned about the time commitment.
After the meeting, I stopped down to Mayslacks to catch some music, have a pint, and eat dinner (Mayslacks’ roast beef sandwiches are renowned). While I was there, I had a nice phone conversation with Joy. I miss her. Sadly, her phone died before I could say goodnight – if you read this before bed, sleep well and good luck tomorrow!
Tomorrow should be a good day. More work at work (go figure), get together with Joy after her interview for some dinner, and then band practice. I’m a bit nervous because we’ve missed a couple practices and we have a show at The Terminal Bar on Thursday night. I haven’t heard the other two bands – The Serfs and Death Row Tull. Hopefully it will go well.
Wednesday night is gaming, Thursday is theoretically more work followed by the gig, and then back into the weekend. Time flys. Thankfully, while my shoulder still hurts, it is starting to be more functional.
A weird coincidence. Another person in the neighborhood has found a few crossbow quarrels in his yard. The coincidence is that I happen to recognize them because the hand crossbow I own fires the exact same bolts. I have to get ahold of him so he can let the police know what fires them. Strange.
Scary thing is, I could probably get pretty close to hitting his yard from my house if I had the right trajectory. Fortunately, based on the dust collected on my crossbow, it doesn’t appear that I have been doing any target practice while sleepwalking.
*whew*
Well, a good night to all and to all a good night.
Comments (1)
Hey you, you’re not allowed to get nervous before a gig – no more neck brace nights! Seeya @ practice.
Oh, and why don’t you tell all of the nice people more about the upcoming gig?