>Just like everybody else does.
I went to see Belle& Sebastian twice this weekend. Both nights were so excellent, but last night was just a little bit better for me since we had a really good spot to stand on the floor. The covers: Leader of the Pack, The Boy With a Thorn in His Side, Everyday People, If You Go To San Francisco Be Sure To Wear a Flower in Your Hair (or something), Billie Jean. Some other highlights: Fox in the Snow, Legal Man, Judy & the Dream of Horses and Don't Leave the Light on Baby. Wow. We got backstage on Saturday night, but we didn't know what to do with ourselves so we just sulked in the corner until the place closed down and they kicked everyone out. I got sick from too much caffinated beverage. Yuck. On Sunday night we tried to go to Cafe Du Nord for an after party, but guilt got the best of us when we couldn't stop thinking of how early we had to be up today, so we just left. We like to talk about how much we want to live in the city. I wonder how easy it would be to just pick up and move? I wonder, would my family suddenly need me? Would I have to go back to Sacramento every weekend? It would be more difficult for me than it would be for Leon. I would love to move to the city someday, but I hope that he understands what kind of situation I'm in with my family.
Girlfriend in a coma, I know, I know it's serious.
Later.

>Number 6 !
I don't think I have anything to write about today. Maybe I can come up with something later.
Much later.
Okay, I thought of a few things.
I can't wait to move and I hope that we get to move soon. I am hoping we can do it before the winter holiday, but I'm not sure if that is realistic. Nevertheless, I check the sacbee classifieds almost daily for apartments. Usually there are one or two places that sound promising. At times it can get frustrating because many places don't allow pets at all. Fuckers.
Later.

>Very Mondrian.
I hate those Old Navy commercials about the hip hugger pants where all these skinny white chicks are prancing about shaking their tiny hips. They make me feel bad about my body. I saw one last night and it made me get up and go to the gym. I got there, moved around quickly for a while, and lifted some heavy things many times in a row and came home all sweaty and sick. Leon made me some soup which made me feel better. We watched blind date for a while. That show is so tragic! Everyone just ends up totally hurt. I think that they plan the shows that way, they put people on dates that would just hate eachother. It makes me squirm. But I just have to watch when ever I catch it on television. Crystal, clear, unfuzzy, unsnowy television. Ah.
Later.

>Double Nightmare.
I keep having nighmares about people dying. Except one that was about me walking and holding this baby bunny that was scratching up my arms, but I couldn't let it go. Soon enough it stopped scratching and became very pleasant and affectionate. I guess that was more of an anxiety dream.
Long weekend. I wish I were still sleeping in bed. I spent too much money this weekend and now I have to go home and eat soup for lunch all week.
Becky's birthday is coming up so I guess I had better call her.
Later.