In the Waking Hours . . .
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Iggy Pop's "Lust For Life"
to answer the question about my Birks:

i've been wearing Birks since . . . 1993 when i stole my mom's pair. since then, i've gone through three or four different pairs. the ones i'm wearing now i got in 2001, after i got back from Ireland. i promptly destroyed them by wearing them to camp and going creek-walking in them, but had them fixed and now they're still holding together!

note to Birky-buyers: Birks and water don't mix. the soul just peels right off.

alas, no pictures from the party (the Shindig). but i did get a nifty t-shirt, so maybe i'll take a picture of that and post it!

there are some mornings when it takes the better part of two hours for me wake up. ever have those? when the alarm startles you and you walk around in a haze that you know Frou Frou would compose the music for, should this moment be in a movie?

that's this morning. i took me fifteen minutes for my feet to find the floor, with oldies blaring on the radio.

why is is that sometimes six hours of sleep is more than you need and other times it's hardly enough? yesterday wasn't any more straining than any other day of my life . . . i don't get it. just hook me up to the caffeine drip and every little thing is gonna be alright.

ugh . . . Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" just came on. am i not in the mood.

hold on.

ah. skipped the track and now we're onto Mike Post's theme for "S.W.A.T." life is good again. Buh-uh-duh! Buh-uh-duh! Buh-uh-duh! Buh-uh-duh! Buh-nuh-nuh!

when that little title bar aks what's playing, i'm never sure what to put, so i usually put what song is playing when this blog begins. because by the time i'm done, it's usually two or three songs later.

see? now we're onto Rick James' "She's a Brickhouse."

anyway. i digress.

have a good one.