Monday, June 21, 2004


Bloody Monday

On the back porch, because it's cool out here and because I can. Worked a private event with Greg tonight, got to make espresso drinks and force mini pastries down middle-aged women's throats. Also got to wash dishes, which was nice. Then we went to Muu-Muu's and ate some din-din. We talked about opening a portable recording studio, what it would take, what we would charge, what we would do. I'm all for starting up a small business, doing the paperwork. I think as a talent pool we'd be pretty strong.

There's something promising in the air tonight, a nice rosy glow from the light pollution, a cool breeze. Do you ever imagine what your childhood self would think about your current life? Sometimes, when I'm feeling a bit unsure about what steps to take next, I try to consult the little kid that I used to be, to see what she would think. But then again, I don't know if she'd even begin to understand what I'm doing.

I don't think she'd know where Oregon is, for one.

I want to do good and meaningful things. Only, what is good and meaningful?

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