jet set

So no posts for the past few days, I've been busy. And the sight of a computer monitor makes me want to throw up, so looking at one and not getting paid for it is too much. I'm at work now, you see, parking ramp, working an 11 hour shift. I've only 75 minutes to go, for the first 10 hours I couldn't log onto the computer because my password changed and then it apparently locked me out of the system until now. No matter, in the meantime I've finished one book, read a complete one, and started another one called 'Life of Pi' by Yann Martel. My girlfriend and I are reading it simultaneously.

so last week: wednesday went to see spoon at the annex, oblivious to the tornados outside. I met a friend there about an hour before the show started, she tried to buy her ticket at the door but the show was already sold out, but we had a couple beers anyway, and she paid me the 37 dollars she's owed me since July. (note to self: don't lend money to friends). The band was good, cept for their new touring keyboardist, who didn't seem to know all the songs yet, and provided a couple very cringe-worthy moments. But it was a good show, high energy and a surprisingly lively madison crowd.

Thursday and friday i worked ten hour days and took walks after dinner, listening to the mixtape my girl sent me (it's actually on cassette, so she sent her walkman to listen to it as well). Friday morning I work up and ran into a strange man coming out of my bathroom. I was too tired to be shocked, apparently he is a friend of former third roommate Pedro who is staying for a few days. Maybe he's gone by now. He was a nice guy, invited me to go out drinking with him but I declined. And now today I went to the library and then to work at 1245. Tomorrow I have to work the night shift again, which will give me a grand total of about 65 hours between the two jobs. Next weekend will be a three-day weekend, but with traveling and wedding expenses I'm going to be hit pretty hard. Plus, probably pretty tired after working 19 days in a row. I'm probably gonna look pretty shitty in the wedding pictures. Getting my hair cut tomorrow, that's pretty exciting, huh? I feel like I'm in purgatory.

So, work, eat, run a few errands, talk on the phone, and sleep. Thats the immediate future, maybe six months worth. I'll devote a few future posts to marking any change in the routine, otherwise I'm just going to write about socialism from now on.