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Exciting update

Woke up super early today. That is something that may never happen again in the history of the Earth until the sun burns out and it gets really cold and we all have to wear blankets all day. I discovered a key ingredient to waking up early: going to sleep early! (Don't worry, that bit of consulting is free) By falling asleep earlier than conceivably possibly (11:45pm) I managed to be so fucking bored of sleeping by 8:30am that I sprung from bed -- no, more like slid, or drooled, or whatever it is when you have a pan of a gooey material and just turn it sideways and it all runs out slowly -- and rushed to work looking like shit.

And let me tell you this realization: the morning is long. I got here at like 8:45 or so and it's only 10am as I write this but it feels like noon or something. My intense hunger makes it worse. Diet Pepsi Twist while good isn't much of a breakfast. I should really buy Secretary some materials to prepare food for me. That would be ideal. She can wear a chef's hat. (I was gonna take a picture of her to include here but I don't have one on hand and I'm way too lazy to go through the whole photo/USB/scale process right now.)

I want to listen to the new Essential Mix but the speakers attached to the Windows computer I monopolize really really suck. They're like $4 speakers from 1997 to give you some idea of their quality. When there is a loud bassy sound all the treble cuts out. I have a schweet Event TR5 studio monitor that I could use which I am sure would sound good, but of course I lack the proper connectors to attach it to the computer. Things like that really slow me down. Why computers aren't RCA on the back I don't know. The monitors were attached to my DJ thing but they started buzzing all crazy yesterday.

While I was extracting photos from my digital camera I dug through the shitty wire drawer and found a 1/8" to RCA cable. I am now listening to the Essential Mix. NEW YORK CITaYyYYYYYY. I'll deal with Pete Tong until The Onionz make their appearance, fine. Take what you can get.

Me with Honey. No, she's not dead:

James is smart cuz he can read:

My cellphone is so fucked up. Pink notepads are cool:

Little known fact: For every photo that makes it to this weblog, I take five of myself that never go anywhere. Some people attribute that to vanity but if I'm not vain enough to upload them here, maybe it's something else? I'm actually trying to collect a decent body of photographic evidence of my existance so that it's harder to write me out of history when I'm gone, like they did to Adam Weishaupt. Also if I get kidnapped by Russian gangsters you will have better photos to use to identify my mangled body when no one will pony up the $250 to get me out of their little clubhouse in North Miami Beach. Example photo:

Raul, my forearm and 3/4s of my face on the way to Maroosh last night:

Maroosh is a really good middle eastern restaurant in Coral Gables. Everyone should go, at least once. My breath still tastes like a spicey ass but it was good. For appetizers try the shanklish and falafel. For entree try the chicken kebab thing. (I don't know the name cuz I was an idiot and didn't order it, but it was definitely the best entree on the table) For dessert, baklava.

Doesn't it look like everyone from ModernMethod is going to jump this poor doofus in shorts as he casually folds his money in front of the ATM?

Didn't happen.

This is a picture of the inside of Maroosh:

I went to pee (to allow time for reflection) before ending this epic entry and there was this guy in the bathroom naked! Well not totally naked (sigh) but with his shirt off. When I came in he darted into a stall from shame. It's this same doofus that I see in there all the time. Our biorhythms must in sync or something. Or maybe he just uses the restroom often.

This entry is way more ranty than others. Those stupid life bloggers who go on and on about their lives have inspired me I guess. Lame. Posted by tlack at February 5, 2003 10:36 AM