Dairy of a Madman

Three days to remember, and so little time in which to do it.

Saturday: uneventful. Overslept, showered, worked, joined up with Daniel for more sushi. Shitty service, decent food, horrible mix of soy and wasabe. No more back-to-back midnight sushis.

Sunday: slept horribly, visited parents, bought Dream Theater’s new disc and the new Nine Inch Nails DVD (still unwatched). Super Bowl party — in which the long-awaited fried chicken was consumed (damned fine — thanks, Wade), sleep was nearly had, and the game was more exciting than the commercials. People came, people went. James’ haircut actually looks respectable.

Today — a return to nothing. Work, school, blah.

The A+ certification should be a breeze. It’ll require a little studying, refreshing on networks and basic electronics, but nothing big. Aiming for beginning of March, if that’s feasible.

Tomorrow’s the first shooting for MOON. I said that last post. Tomorrow night, I’ll say something different. Or not.

Caitlin Kiernan and I should be getting together soon to do some music of some sort. That should be fun, and hopefully completely unexpected, results-wise. I’d like to have something weird and wicked come out of that.

And now, to use the rest of my energy on the new column. Or maybe on a humor piece. Or maybe nothing at all.

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