Tuesday, July 29, 2003

I absolutely DO NOT have time to be writing right now. I have a shitload of Random Play Music work I MUST finish tonight.

However, when someone close to me requests that I write something, how can I not comply?

I had too many needles poking through my skin today. First was the two (or more!) shots of novocaine for the cavity I had filled this morning. The right side of my face from my ear to my chin was numb until noon. Gave me a glimpse into what having Bells Palsy must feel like. Secondly was at the dermatologist. Two weeks ago I had a mole removed because it had begun to bleed. I went back today for a check up. I was almost healed. The doctor said that the lab reports showed that it was not cancerous (which I was happy but not surprised to hear) but that it was not "normal" either and so he had to cut more out. So god knows how many shots later in this open wound, he burned away my skin once again. The first time the hole was about the size of a dime. Now it's the size of a quarter, and the healing process has to start all over again. Paired with the random heavy lifting I had to do yesterday, I was sore all over today.

Perhaps it was starting my day at the dentist (cos that's generally not a place I look forward to going), but something about today did not work for me. I felt...absent. Even when I heard some good news from Josh about people interested in our label at lunch, I was excited, but still felt absent. Like I was trying to control my body instead of being a part of it. Kinda weird.

After dinner at my parents house (cos I was down there for the doctor's visit and free food is good food), I made the early evening drive up to my house. On the freeway the orange, eye-level sun cast long, sporatic shadows across all ten lanes of the 5 freeway. The shadows made me melancholy and I could never tell you why. It just made me feel like weeping...until I realized how American Beauty "plastic bag beautiful" the whole thing was. Made me think that I just liked that colors and contrasts and that the inclination towards crying was probably more a function of unfinished emotional business and whatever music was playing in my car at the time.

I've almost housed this entire sleeve of Chips Ahoy cookies. Good thing I have a large amount of milk in my Erin Pub mug to go with them.

I saw Fountains of Wayne last night with Ben Lee opening. It was a really great show. A great night of music...very few frills, and I enjoyed that. Great music played by normal people, not overindulgent rock stars. Music by normal people for normal people.

Friday I'm seeing Tori Amos and Ben Folds at the Greek Theater in Los Angeles. I'm WAY psyched for that. I also got my Radiohead tickets in the mail yesterday and just about wet myself with glee.

I'm not gonna see my pillow for a few more hours. My lovely, lovely pillow on my lovely, lovely bed. This is exactly the kind of talk that made me skip classes in college. But Random Play Music is far more important than any of those classes, so fuck you bed I'm getting this work done!