10 days until my birthday. I got a package from NIN yesterday. Inside were some pins. They have one word on each of them - OBSOLETE. IRRELEVANT. INSIGNIFICANT. ANTIQUATED. Perfect, eh? Couldn't have come at a more appropriate time. There was also a record in the package too, but you know, the buttons.
Laid down 21 recordings yesterday before it got too hot and too noisy for me to do any more. I should be able to finish the remaining ones this morning before the noise level rises to me wanting to strangle people and get a rifle. I want to sit in this window and shoot out the tires of all of these fuckers who think they have a really cool car or motorcycle. All of them.
Made parmesan encrusted chicken for dinner. After dinner we ran some errands including Target. I found a new pair of shorts for summer for $17. That's nice.
B is awake. She hasn't slept. What a shock. She has a doctor appointment at 11 and has to leave here by 10. She will probably fall asleep in their waiting room.
Can I go back to Australia please?
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