Wednesday, August 4th, 2004[Entry 160]oh please let it rain today...
I am so tired. I don't know what the deal is. Today I got my Six Feet Under Season 2 box set (don't even want to talk about it; I purchased it back before it was even released, never got it, got fed up this past weekend and bought another copy on eBay). My mom was on a serious "let's watch" kick...so I watched three episodes tonight. By the end of the third, I dozed off. I hate when that happens (dozing off while watching a movie/tv). It doesn't happen often to me, but I've learned to not struggle with it and just let my eyes take control. Still makes me mad.
I think I'm sleepy because of this weather. It's sort of driving me crazy. Monday night I was woken by the most intense thunderstorm I've ever witnessed. The most lightning ever. Power went out. I couldn't even stay in my room because it was so loud and it freaked me out. Tuesday night I heard some rain when I was sleeping. When I woke up this morning, it was POURING. It rained all morning. I know this because even though my office does not have a window, I can hear the water draining through the gutters. Strangely enough, it cleared up this afternoon and the sun shone. I don't get it.
So...PJ shows announced. I can definitely do two (Toledo and Grand Rapids, absolute "duhs"). Going to try for a third, but I won't stress myself about it. I wish it wasn't Death Cab for a Cutie opening for PJ...I would've liked to see J5 open for them. Or even Ben Harper. While I'm not a Ben Harper fan, he's someone I would actually watch. I'm sort of sick and tired of the whole hating-on-the-openers schtick. I've gotten so bad. The 98 tour, I at least watched all the openers (and sure, they were a lot cooler back then...Frank Black, Cheap Trick, etc.)...2000, I sat in my seat for the openers but took a lot of naps. This past tour, I went to my seat before the openers, in case Ed did a solo song. As soon as the opening band came on stage, I left. I was so rude, I couldn't even stay there out of respect. Even when I was front row. I just can't handle rock music. Especially new rock music. I think it sucks.
All I know is that a show or two in October sounds like a) a really good time and b) a really nice break. I'm totally up for it. It's too bad I probably won't need to use my bootiful Diane Von Furstenberg luggage.
Tomorrow is Thursday...already. I dread that because I have so much I need to do in the next two days. And Kim has a lot to do in the next two days, but I feel like I need to help her because her stuff is a priority (because it legitimately is), so therefore my stacks are getting higher and higher. But I love it. I find my time at work productive and interesting and it makes me appreciate my free time.
Ok, my eyes are still being droopy. I need to get to bed.
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