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so i'm sitting here with a bottle of robert shaw cabernet (which sucks, the merlot is pretty palatable when you take into consideration that it's $3, i dislike cabernet sauvignon to begin with so a $3 bottle just can't be good) and watching paradise island and its funny becuase while i've been totally invested these past two weeks that i actually sat down nd watched it while not doing anything else, they just brought back the whole cast to judge the winners or whatever and they all parade in and i'm like "who the fuck are all you people" the only ones i recognize are the ones who were on last week, heh. Hopefully some scandal is yet to come, still have an hour left.

SO monday night is poker night. I went down to tony's (somehow forgot my phone and keys in the maelstrom of leaving) and get to tony's and he's like "hey dude, i tried calling you but the game's off." Ok, i think, just wasted 20-30 minutes or whatever, but whatever, still a lot of going home and going to sleep that i can do. But then i remembered that built to spill was playing the Paradise, a whole 5 minutes away from me. So i go down there, it's of course sold out, but i stick it out despite the 20 other people sitting there begging for tickets. About 15 minutes in to it i see some dude walking up with a girl and like 5 tickets. So i asked, he says maybe, then another guy immediately walks up, asks and steals focus. TUrns out ticket dude was waiting on a friend and if she didn't bring one of her friends he had a ticket. SO we wait around a minute, i say, jokingly, "any points since i asked first" and then continue waiting. Meanwhile other dude starts chatting up ticket dude about built to spill and seeing them live and blah blah blah. Then ticket dude's friend shows up without the extra and ticket dude goes to talky dude "sorry he asked first" and i am a winnar at face value.

Got in to the show and I found Johnathan (jonathan? i when i talk to soemone all the time but can't spell their name) up on the balcony. the show was underwhelming, at best. I dunno, i expected magic, or at least them playing "car." I got neither. Which is not to say it was bad. It was certainly proficient, if not great at times, but it seemed to be completely on autopilot, which is not cool with me. Doug Martsch just seemed to be going through the motions. The song choice was rather weak too... like tons of songs i expected that weren't played: car, the plan, randy describes eternity, broken chairs, big dipper, i would hurt a fly, etc. And the long form version of cortez the killer was disappointing because instead of insane doug playing guitar like a damn fiend we got "awesome jamaican raggae section" which sucked ass terrance. Technically proficient, at times awesome, otherwise very pedestrian hour and a half.

Then tuesday the sick overtook my body and i was miserable all day. Watched the cubs game last night, which is fun, my cubs fandom is coming out of hibernation. I'm not really a fair weathered friend, it's just that i usually don't give a shit about sports. College football began the breaking of that mold, then came my fantasy football leagues (#4 out of 20, hopefully next week will bump me up) and now i just went to the red sox playoff clincher and the team i was raised to love is in the playoffs, so good time to start paying attention, right? Kerry Wood was a fiend.

Today i was better, all that's really left is the remnants of a stuffy nose and a deep cough.

job search 2k3 is in full force, someone called me today at like 3 but didn't leave a message. I'll just assume it was the job of my dreams and i've now lost it.

I bet charla is not attractive in person, that would be my prediction.

this show sucks. Back to paradise hotel.