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WHAT? 2003-02-10 | 12:50 a.m. Alright I'm up. It's late. My body doesn't quite understand what I'm doing to it. The show was really fun yesterday, or I guess that was today, whatever. I'm on my way to do it again. This time we have to be there at 3a.m. to compensate for LA rush hour traffic. I hope I don't get shot at. I'll write more about the goings on after Mondays show. For right now I must tell of my Sat. night Sun. morning experience. I left my house at about 3:30 and got to school to find noone there (typical) so I made my way to a little all night diner called Norms for some grub. I'm sure you've all spent some time in a diner at 3 in the morning. Of course we all have. But the experience is a little different when you are alone and you've had nothing to drink. People are crazy and in my attempts to not seem like a member of their crazy gang I think I succeded only in making myself look weird. I sat down to order and the two fat women in the other booth stared at me so I felt I needed something to do to distract myself. I get up to look for a paper but there aren't any inside or out so I just looked like I was taking a little stroll around the restaraunt. They all watched me go back to my seat empty handed and probably though I was a speed freak. Oh god this is all seeming so incongruous. Is that how you spell that? Regardless I suspect I am a little crazy right now and shouldn't post this but i will anyway. And who do you think you are the diary police. Shit I can write whatever crap I want to. And right now it happens to be nonsense. So blow me. Just kidding. Love you. Stare Girl
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