Your reasons are noble.

So the book sale on Sunday took place in the courtyard of a shopping center that had Muzak piped in. Yes. Love it. One of the songs was a muzak version of All Cried Out by Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam. I was jamming while book shopping. Then this morning while I was struggling to open my eyes and MelRo was lovingly pestering me awake, I started singing "And you, don't you know my tears will burn the pillow Set this place on fire 'cause I'm tired of your lies All I needed was a simple 'Hello' But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear my cry". I crack myself up. So of course I had to spend half of my morning ritual going through my tapes and finding the song so I could help get it out of my head. It's on this great mixtape my buddy Br___ made for me that also contains such gems as "For Your Eyes Only" by Sheena Easton and "Just Once" by James Ingram. I love it so much. I told Melanie last night that I'm going to become a producer who's famous for taking 80's soft rock and easy listening songs and turning them into dope beats. Just you wait, 'enry 'iggins.

Last night I bought a really nice pair of headphones. I also ordered a textbook online -- "Modern Recording Techiniques". Which I almost bought last spring, but luckily didn't since a new edition came out this summer. I'm well on my way. NOw granted these aren't as fun as the true toys I'm lusting after -- the Akai MPC2000 and something from the Roland VS series. But I want to prove that I'm committed, and throwing down 30 bucks for a book is better than signing up for a lease on stuff that worth several thousand dollars total. Hmm. Let's work on those credit cards first, shall we?

The screen is blurry because I'm all misty-eyed.

Someone very wonderful just did a very kind thing and bought me a paid account with livejournal. This person is very special and thoughtful and knows me very well and I'm extremely thankful and happy to get such a wonderful gift. And this person is:

Mr. Bojangles!!

Love, Rocky Balboa

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my head is hurting. it's quite annoying. not delibitating, but harmful nonetheless.

I fear I won't get to see dear Stuey at the airport because of security issues, time issues, and at the rate work is going, work issues. suddenly lots of stuff fell in my lap, which why I haven't been my usual 4-5 post-a-day self. I also can't call her because I'm answering phone. Ugh. Right now I'm taking a short break from figuring out this horribly fcked up invoice. It's the world's most complicated math problem, and their customer service was of no help.

I think I've realized I'm much more productive in the morning. I used to get more done in the afternoon, but nowadays I get tons done before lunch and little after. Perhaps I should start taking lunch at 3.

I forgot to mention yesterday that I e-mailed my parents. I spent 2 paragraphs just talking about what I've been up to, then send them a copy of my mini-diary from my California trip (which I also posted in my LJ). Slightly edited. But only slightly. No response yet, but it usually takes them a couple days.

I don't want to die like Tycho Brahe.