I got screwed over by some dickwad at work. We finally had a full-timer coming in to start this week. He had already come in to meet me and check the place out a couple of times and then when it comes time for him to start, instead of showing up to work, he moves to Tennessee. That totally effed up my ess for the next couple of weeks.

One of my framers has insisted upon me calling her friend. "She likes guys with issues." I never called, being the social butterfly that I am, but I think I'm supposed to hang out w/ them tomorrow night anyway.

My brother Darryl called me a couple days ago. I didn't answer because I was doing something extremely important, I'm sure, but he left me a voice message to let me know that he's been watching some music channel down in Florida a lot lately and that I've got more talent than all the shitty new bands that the kids are digging on these days and that he hopes I never stop making music and that he loves my run-on sentences. I don't consider myself the most talented guy but it was nice to hear and a little reminder that my family could've ended up normal.