I wish I had a CD player here at work. It would make my days go just that much faster.
Jason didn’t stay in Boston for a week. He got back yesterday. Apparently, he went with ‘Bert, and ‘Bert was unexpectedly broke. He was supposed to save up $600, but that didn’t happen. ‘Bert’s a little iffy when it comes to money. So, they stayed there one night and drove back.
Jason was raving about how wonderful Boston is. I think it’s just ennui on his part, quite honestly. He’s also come to the realization that he isn’t nearly good enough on guitar to get into Berkley. I’m glad he finally figured it out. So he’s going to apply next year. Most likely, he’ll have found something else to distract him by then.
I wouldn’t mind moving away from here.
We went out with him, and I found out a few interesting things: he went over to the municipal building a few years back and had some sort of fit. Apparently, they were charging him property tax on two cars when he only owned one. He’d only owned the other one for about two days. He protested, they put him off, he got enraged and started yelling about the ways the government fucks us over. He cited examples.
I could have told him that was a damn bad idea when I was six.
They threw him in jail for a couple hours, took away his passport, and “flagged” him. Which means that he’s considered an official anti-government crazy. The FBI may be watching him as we speak.
We got something to eat, and we went out to feed the ducks. They were overfed, thanks to the great weather lately, and they only picked at all the bread.
Dirk and Jason practiced their pitching by balling up slices of bread and throwing them as hard as they could. The few ducks that were aimlessly lingering scattered when the bread balls hit the water. Pity. The koi ate the leftovers.
I went to the tidal basin and saw the cherry blossoms this morning before work. Yes, I’m talking about the same trees that the beaver is snacking on. I even saw the trees it had chewed on. The bases are covered with wire mesh now.
There was a slight breeze, and the trees were raining pinkish petals like snow. The ground was covered with them, and all the photographers had set up their tripods to catch the view before the place was inundated with tourists. Some of the trees are fairly old, dating back to the beginning of this century – fruit trees don’t live very long. Twisted and knotted, with trunks that are amazingly thick for cherry trees, some of their branches nearly touched the water of the basin.
I don’t see how anyone can be sick of D.C. in the spring time.
I didn’t get in to work until almost 9:00, which is why this entry is getting put up so late. I felt energized – I couldn’t sit at the computer very long, because my hands would start shaking. In a good way. Is there a good way for hands to shake?
I’m drinking blue raspberry-lemonade Kool-Aid. It doesn’t taste like raspberries or lemonade. It tastes like bug juice. Pleasant bug juice.
Alex was irked that I got the 23rd off. He’d been hoping to do the same, and Rebecca wouldn’t let him since I’d already requested leave for that day. Rebecca’s been pretty shitty about people requesting leave for that day. One of the employees, Mary, resorted to threatening to simply get her mammogram scheduled for that day, if Rebecca was going to insist she couldn’t use her credit hours.
I don’t know what we’re doing this week-end, but I know we’ve got a lot to do. We’re going to record ourselves again, so we can get the vocals in better. Also, C– requested a copy. I don’t know why. If any of you guys really want to hear what the band sounds like, just e-mail me your address and I’ll send you a copy. I might even include the song that I sing on. This isn’t like the bear thing. The bear is still in dispute. I don’t know why Dirk’s so attached to it, but he is. He’s put all the pins back in, and keeps muttering about dismembering it. I think he’s still holding onto his anger towards Krisco.
I won’t be able to send out the tape for a couple weeks, though, because 1) I have to buy more blank tapes, 2) I need to edit the sucker, so you don’t hear all the witty comments the others in the band make, 3) I need to get the money to send them. I’m paying taxes with this paycheck.
Have a good week-end. Try not to drink yourselves into a stupor.