It's 3am and I'm watching "Twin Peaks". Sometimes there's a strange zen-like quality to frittering time away. What is the sound of nothing happening? I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure I know who killed Laura Palmer.
In case you were curious about your beloved Joe:
Hung out with some old compatriots the other evening including a Mr. der Soul Stealer. Twas a good time (and if you're reading this, tell me which Napoleon character you end up being...)
Before I forget, a big ol' congratulations to my good friend Brent and his wife Adina on their latest addition Rowan to the family.
Brent's the one on the right. And no, Adina is not the one on the left. That, in fact, is Layne who has no bearing in this story...I'm tired right now and restless. Either a sign that I'm going to be an irritable SOB for the next couple o' days or that I'm about to do something kinda cool. Here's hoping for the latter (for everyone's sake).
Among the ideas:
-a new NEP song to finish out the album (long story)
-writing a comic book script
-becoming
Emmy Rossum's love monkey (yes, I know she's too young for me, but I'd be a love monkey so it's all right...)
-Rock the Casbah (not just any casbah, mind you but
the Casbah...)
-finish "Front Lawn Chair to the Apocalypse"
-Keep working on the novel
-watch too much tv
Hopefully better intentions will rule the day. Otherwise the words for the day will be "sullen" and "surly."
The party continues...
-Joe
