Thursday Ick
Well kids, it's Thursday and Thursday's lead to useless lists. Let's list the number of ways I've had a sh!te week of it...
- I need to write two reviews... one (now belated) of Lollapalooza and one (glowing) of Silversun Pickups from last weekend. I'm feeling behind, perhaps because I am behind.
- I'm over feeling sick. I don't know that I'm actually over the sick but I'm tired of feeling the ick.
- Know what sucks more than the sick? Not sleeping. I'm tired of tossing and turning. Not even The Zombies cooing from the corner of my bedroom on the record player are helping me lately. I need some Nyquil.
- The air show is back. I *HATE* the air show. Yet again I forgot to plan ahead and get the hell out of dodge. I tried to take off to St. Louis this weekend. That didn't work. I tried to book a last minute flight to NYC to join the kids at Union Hall and that was *way* too pricey. So I'm stuck here, if anyone in town wants to help me make the best of a bad situation, I'm open. There is NOTHING worse than when the city becomes overrun with
terroriststourists to glorify the war machine. Rah Rah America, let's cheer for the multi-zillion dollar military industry on the lakefront! Um, NO. They practiced in the loop today... every time one of them speed past the Sears Tower I wanted to hide under my desk. I have no idea how anyone is working, it sounds like Beirut circa 1982 (or perhaps last week).
- On a better note, I need to give some kudos to the Belfast boys of Oppenheimer Listen to them, love them, thank them for me. While you're at it download their song "Breakfast in NYC".