scatterbrain

9-7-99

Yucky work day, no complaining. The time went relatively quickly last week, when I was filing all day, but the vast pile of crap that I was filing is now gone. I am officially caught up, and I have nothing to do. Today I mastered the art of sitting on my ass, and I practiced looking busy when someone walked by. This job will be over soon. If not because I quit, then because someone will realize that this is not a full-time job they're paying me for.

I spent a few hours thinking about the community music school that I might start. This is an idea I've been tossing around for several years, but I guess Macon would be a good enough place to start it. My community music school would be a place where kids can take lessons, classes, have supervised practice sessions, sort of like a YMCA for creative arts. Any ideas where I can get the cash to start such a thing, let me know.

Or hey, maybe I'll take donations. Who wants to donate money to me? On that note, I ordered a scanner, finally, I should be getting it soon, so donations for that would be appreciated, as well. Specify "music school" or "scanner" on your check, if you care which fund it goes to support. Thanks in advance, I know I'll be getting lots of presents soon.

Mom called to tell me a horrid little story that my brother Matt brought home from work: a guy he works with went ballistic, totally pissed off at this little tree that was in his way whenever he walked to the dumpster. The dumbass got a cake knife and attempted to hack the tree down , but hacked off his kneecap instead. Matt found him on the steps and took him to the hospital. I'll bet the guy REALLY hates that tree now. Hey. I thought it served him right. Dumbass.

My mind is all scattery tonight. I keep thinking about this lady we saw at the river yesterday whose bikini was too small for her. John and I secretly admired her, but his friends made fun. Why do I feel guilty?