Two days without a headache. Yay, probably not migraines, something simpler like a brain tumore or aliens in my brain. It’s ok, my head is a nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live there.
Saw the GF today. Oh my.
We’ve been trying to see this movie, Deadpool, for almost a week now. Almost did it today. Tomorrow maybe.
The above song was from the coolest debut and last album nobody has ever heard of. I was listening to one of my terminal discs that had this sitting in the middle of an eclectic mix of … stuff. I should totally be a DJ, not in the modern sense which I honestly don’t completely get (a guy spinning records live and waving his fist like he was jerking god off), but you know, doing playlists and rambling on the late night radio. I’d get fired but it’d be a kick ass eight hours.
There was a song by these chicks about a three AM DJ, and of course that harry chapin song — I am the morning DJ at W O L D (d d d d ) and one other one that’s on the tip of my tongue. Oh, Oh, Oh Um, drug store truck driving man . Shit let me find that.
Ok, my phone really wants my attention. Be nice and behave.
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