self-inventory

__2004-11-12 @ 2:12 a.m._______ uh, yeah...I'm up a little late and stuff. I did inventory at the store tonight and didn't get off until like 11:45 and now I just can't sleep. Let me tell ya, I really like working at the record store now...it's easy and I really like some of the people I work with. We just got a new general manager of the store (who's 21 by the way) and I know he's cool, so things should be a little more laid back. I'm still not sure how he's going to handle this whole holiday break thing. We'll see if I can pull out some charm to smooth things over. I've been recording like a madman lately...it's kind of insane how much time you can waste piddling around with recording software and not really get all that much done. To be honest, over the past 3 days, I've done nothing outside of recording and writing...I think yesterday was the worst. I woke up and starting working on stuff at 10am and was still in my pjs when Jill came home at 7pm, and when she came home I was in the middle of doing some vocals...so she felt bad and left for a walk for about an hour. When she came back I was still sitting in the same place with the fucking mic in my hand. I was like "ok, yeah, I'm almost getting to 12 hours straight, maybe I should stop." My ears were burned out anyways and I didn't really eat anything all day (too busy, my friends! Right?). Then today, I did the same thing, but I quit at 4:30 to go to work. I don't have much to work with as far as instruments go, but I'm getting by...I mean, they're demos, dogg! Chill, for Pete's sake. So someone from Ottawa (whom I really don't know that well) emailed me about my comments about being at a towny bar, playing the Smiths and New Order there, and basically inferring that I thought no one was competent enough to know that it was good music. Funny, I really didn't think anyone was competent enough, and for that I feel kind of stupid- not everyone in Ottawa has bad taste in music...most of them do, but like anywhere, not all. Just to make it official, we both know the people that the comment was pointed at, and I certainly still stand by that. As I remember it, it would have been much better if you would have figured out that I had played the songs at the bar...God knows, I was drunk and trying too hard to fabricate some kind of reaction that I wouldn't have been able to enjoy anyhow. The rain falls hard on a humdrum town This town has dragged you down And everybody's got to live their life And God knows I've got to live mine << | >>