March 22-23, 2010

I forgot to write last night. I'm not really enjoying doing this, honestly. I thought maybe keeping this journal would get me interested in writing again, but I am not in the least. There's nothing about writing that interests me one bit. Anyhow.

Monday was nothing interesting. I worked with Junior and Sis, not a particularly heavy night but a little business. I went to Cosimo's afterwards for a couple of beers and had a nice chat with the lesbian bartender about the Truckers and how bad working at a music club sucks. Other than that, I downloaded the new Texas Tornados album, Esta Bueno and Trent Sumnar's Horseshoes And Hand Grenades. Both started off pretty strong but dropped off rapidly in quality after the second or third song. The latter especially, woo boy.

I got up early-ish to go to Chalmette to get my driver's license. However, when I got there, the lady told me I needed my actual birth certificate rather the copy. I'd also forgotten my Social Security card, but by that point it was too late. That sort of pissed me off, because I am sure the first lady told me I needed merely a copy, but c'est la vie.

I came back home, took a nap, knocked out the laundry, ate a calzone at Rotolo's, and watched Watchmen. I didn't hate it as much as I figured I would, but it was definitely way too much weepy emo superhero brouhaha. I'd considered writing something about the lack of real superheroes, but as I said, I don't give a shit about writing.

Zoot.