Luckily for me I'm good at my job. Luckily for me it's been slow the last two days. This meant that not only was I fully stocked and ready for the pizza apocalypse but had time to sneak off and scribble in my notebook.
See, like any good writer should, I always carry a pen (has to be black ink, razor point, I tend to write very small, much like the notebooks found in “Se7en”) and a pocket notebook. You never know when inspiration will arise. Usually for me it's first thing in the morning, late at night and, if I'm at work, right after lunch. With my prep cook busily doing his work and my manager roaming around and locking himself in the office, I had plenty of opportunities to go into the dry storage area, sit between the big meat freezer and the shelves stocked with cans, and write. Ah to play in the forest when I am surrounded by metal and plastic.
This was good because after work and, of course, the regulated disco nap, I headed out to my local record store, Zia, to pick up the new High On Fire CD. I was planning to actually get home and type up some of the stuff I had in my notebook but, yeah...when your favorite band comes out with a brand new album, to tend to put all other responsibilities on hold. Which I did.
The rest of the night was listening, and re-listening, to “Snakes for the Divine”. I had to take a break and make dinner and watch “Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band” (which was far more psychedelic than I remembered), but when I started “Cant Stop the Music” (which was far more awesome than I remember. Steve Guttenberg in tight white pants roller skating with the Village People? Amazing...) I couldn't resist and put on the headphones and cranked the stereo way past 11. I think it was because they tried to make the Village People, um, 'lady killers', if you know what I mean. Like uber studs on the straight scene. Yeah, the straight disco scene in Greenwich Village in the late 70s. Good job film makers!
One thing that also inspired much lunacy was the fact that I had a day off. This would be the first one totally by myself. My last day off, Sunday, didn't count. That was the day She-Ra left so I spent a portion of it with her. When I woke up today, in quite the fog mind you, I was treated to only the dog, cat, fish and the mess that I had made just a few hours prior. It sure was quiet. Almost too quiet.
OH yeah, and I was supposed to go to Old Chicago, my place of employment, and meet up with people to start the St Patrick's mini tour, which means if I drink nine beers (all Irish) I get a tee shirt or something. That didn't interest me too much. What the heck was I going to do with a green Old Chicago tee shirt anyway? Outside of Guinness, I'm not a huge fan of Irish beers. Sure I missed out on hanging with some friends but, sorry chaps...I had some headbanging to do.
Let's recap!
Food: Breakfast – banana and raspberry yogurt. Lunch – pasta leftovers. Dinner – spicy marinated chicken (I had in the fridge overnight) and peppers fajitas.
Booze: Um, I don't wanna get into it. I was kind of on fire that night...high on fire!
Movies: “Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band” and “Cant Stop the Music”.
Mood: Quiet during the day but at night that switched to Rampage.
# of pages written: 0 typed but a few handwritten. That counts...right?
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