This one's gotta be quick. I'm looking at 7 minutes until the work day from the depths of hell begins. I work in a warehouse full of 1000's of part numbers, and with the current staffing situation we're a little bit less than disorganized. Today is the day that we take inventory of all of those part numbers and find out just how many of them have walked out the door unaccounted for. This is usually the worst day out of every few months. Hopefully all goes smoothly and I can get to handling my job as per normal.
I went and played pool with Jaime last night as an experiment to see if I can play pool without drinking beer. Judging by last nights games, I think I should be fine... I reckon I'll find out tonight. We're playing at our home bar tonight, but playing as the away team. I think we'll be fine. Even if we lose it's typically a good time, but I hate losing. Absolutely hate it. I can't even come up with words other than "absolutely", "hate" and "it". I'm speechless.
Tomorrow night Tim Barry (Avail), and Erik Peterson (Mischeif Brew) are playing at a bar called Johnny Brenda's down in fishtown. I think I might make the trip down there, but not after trying to recruit 1 or 2 more people. I really enjoy exposing people to new music, and think I have a good grasp on what makes a live show that everyone would like. This one is just unmissable. I'll work on recruiting tonight, we'll see how that goes.
My 7 minutes are over. I need to work now. Damn. Everything was going so well too. Ho hum. Have a nice day out there in the this world of bomb building, Craiglist Killers, child pornography, and pictures of animals doing people things. I'm going to get dirty and listen to terrible music. Word.
Post Script: I just got great news. I am so sick of people who can't get to the point.
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