You can't have what you wanted

Last night was pretty nice. I got home, had some supper and left a message with a potential job lead. Cross your fingers, both of you. Went for an hour-long walk with "This Waking Heart" keeping me company. I now hear the lead singer of Rilo Kiley whenever I read so_gracefully's posts/comments. It's a good thing. I got home and watched some TV. Played on the computer for a bit and finally figured out out to burn a CD without having a little "crshcush" noise 20 seconds into the first track. S-M-R-T.

Tonight will be an overdue haircut, cribbage with Terry and perhaps dancing a jig. You just never know.

This self-imposed CD buying ban is working out quite well. I'll have more to add to my Christmas list and also lots of good road music for all the travelling we'll be doing with the holidays.

My glasses are continually dirty. And I've got three new pimples, all within finger's width of my nose. And they hurt. Also, I'm not good at ironing.

Fantasy News: The Office of Homeland Security disbands after being in existance for about 4 seconds, realizing the delicious ironing of a 1984 world come true. Ashcroft is later found dead of an apparent self-imposed mercy-killing. Red, white and blue popsicles are found to have maximum health benefits and become a new staple in the American diet.

I've come to realize that 2003 will be The Year of Brian. More details as they become available. This will be quite great.