April 12, 2005
At least it's not November Rain
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Agh. I utter in frustration. Ol' Chicago spring has me again. The gray overcast sky the dark clouds coming at us from the remnants of the Colorado snowstorm add a aura of depression. It was the perfect weekend. From Friday till Sunday warm, in the 70's a slight breeze and I was unproductive enjoying the fruits of sangria and the porch swing where I actually felt so comfortable I fell asleep Saturday afternoon. And then had some company that really brightened my weekend. "I see your hair is burnin'". And a late night drive by from Grego topped it off.
Yesterday was an okay day, the Cubs played and lost I was made to understand, I cleaned up sticks from the backyard which after this parade of April showers will produce high grass I am certain. I began a massive campaign on the SUBSONIC Release party at NEO next Monday which we managed to snag the lovely Angel Dawn Massie to be part of the video which begins shooting on Sunday, into Tuesday and wraps at NEO. The press has been kind. A guess a hottie the likes of Angel Dawn doesn't hurt. Though we've yet to meet in person she seems like a very nice person, and one without any diet restrictions I've been told. Today I've already put in 6 hours on the promotion and it seems like 2. I somehow managed to find time to shower and microwave a bite to eat as my IM was buzzing off the desk.
The Voodoo Organist show is a little over a week away and I'm looking forward to that I only wish Creepy could make it up for the show. I know he'll catch it in Indy but I know we'd have a good one together at EXIT. DEVILED SPAM DEVILED SPAM! EAT IT FROM THE CAN! YEAH YEAH YEAH!
So the weather has added to some stress and depression for whatever reason. I do know what it is though, I figured it out yesterday. And it has to do with a huge regret. A very huge regret. Chatting with Jode I was not being my very optimistic self when it dawned upon me. How have I managed to make so many bad decisions in one span of 20 years. And 18 years into that period one would think I would have known better.
All I know, June is coming and I'll escape far into the wilderness, a weekend at a time. A canoe, a tent, a big fire, a friend or two and lots of water.
Posted by Alex Zander at April 12, 2005 02:22 PM