Tomorrow I am going to go see Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan and John 'Cougar' Mellencamp in concert. The show starts at 5:30pm, and is at Ripken minor league ballpark. But first, in the afternoon, I am gonna go to motherfuckin' Applebee's. Because I have a gift card and I want a steak. And I'm gonna have a salad, too, and a baked potato with butter and sour cream. Aw shit. I am expecting nothing less than the best day of my life.
The Jeanners and I went to look at the house again. We are both leaning towards making an offer, I believe. The guy who used to live in the house was named Lino, and he used to write little notes on everything, like when the washer and dryer was installed, and who installed it, and how much it cost, and when they died. He also had notes where he would write down his name and address, and notes about the weather, and notes about his mood. He was a photographer and had a lot of his photos hanging in the house, some with little notes. I don't know. The house would need a lot of cleaning up and work, but it's in pretty good shape. And it seems to be the right size.
Earlier this week, I tried to give Jeannie the nickname "Stinko," but she got upset so I can't call her that.
I called in sick to work on Tuesday. Then I was off on Wednesday. And now I'm gonna be off tomorrow. It's been a nice week.
Still doing a lot of recording. Trying to do a little bit every day. Most of it sucks and just goes in the trash, but they're nice little lessons.
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