I Hate Titles

2nd cup of coffee. Matthew Good Band's 'The Audio of Being' on the CD player. Biscuits a plenty beside me. Blog-surfing again. It's quarter to 11am and well, I'm back!

"I will bask in my disaster, baby... it'll phase me out!"

I should be looking through the other two gigs that I have on tape of the Amberblacks to look for their performances of Little White Lies. But I don't think I could be bothered at the moment. I should be looking for more work, but the results from my efforts of the last 45 days or so have put me off.

Well, that's rubbish. The Audio of Being won't play very well in the CD player. So, I've moved to Matt Good's solo effort, 'Avalanche' to fulfill my angst.

Yeah, I'm feeling a bit of angst at the moment. At the end of April, I wrote a huge piece called 'STEAMING!' because Naomi really pissed me off. Well, that pretty much killed the gist of the feelings I had for her anyways. Well, no less than four days later... she had 'excommunicated' me and told me we weren't talking... that she asked if I'd calmed down yet. I didn't really play along, 'cuz I told her what she had done and that she could make more of an effort to be a better friend if she wants to talk to me again. Well... that went well for like, two or three days.

Sunday, she had invited me over to hers for Wednesday (today) and that seemed okay. Monday, I had a pretty bad day. I was pretty depressed. I went to work in the factory late on and had texted Naomi a couple awful things including not having money... then told her about losing my wallet that Saturday I stormed out. Even the idea of going home had passed through the texts. Well, she doesn't respond well to other people being depressed. The Drama Queen seems to like being the only one who has a problem and have everyone gather around her problems so she could be the centre of attention. Ummmm... no. Her problems lately seem to involve being confused on who to sleep with. Yeah, I really want to talk about THAT.

3rd cup of coffee. "Weapon" comes on... and I'm singing away.

Well, being in the obvious sad state I was in on Monday... she decided to disappear and not send a text message now for... oh, going on 48 hours now. Oh yeah and that was when I said I couldn't make it Wednesday (tonight) for dinner 'cuz I would be working at the factory early tomorrow morning. I know she wanted to stay up all night, get drunk and talk. There was no way I'd be able to do that.

I'll find it rather interesting if she decides to show up to Bergholt for the performance on Friday night. I give it a 50/50 chance... and I reckon she won't text me until tomorrow... which I give that an 80% certainty. I reckon at the 72-hour mark, she'll decide to send me a text. Mark my words.

You know, I think as I write this, there will be one here in the next 5 minutes. That'd be my luck, eh?

I still have time for her, 'cuz I always seem to remember the good times that I had with her. I don't tend to remember the shit she's given me or all that. The good times is what I reflect upon. I don't think she does or maybe things would be different. Nevertheless, she's still got my Hawksley Workman CD and a couple books of mine... so I best be nice.

Anyways, this Joanna... after finishing my Blog last night, she came back on and we chatted even more. Bizarre and comical conversations. A Captain's hat & a stick for one and a Yellow & Blue spandex suit for the other. Now switch in your mind which one of us has each and you'd be right. Yeah, it's really bizarre. Probably best not to ask about it, 'cuz I don't understand I how I got the short end of the stick on that one (ha, ha!).

Besides all the sarcasm, which is hard to tell where it starts and where it end, she'll marry me for "its a visa thing and our mutual love of the devils nectar." How can I argue with that?

Now, that's what I call progress. I feel better already. I was even dreaming last night and this morning. That was a nice change. I really have to look up more stuff on dreaming. I'm surprised I haven't found a Blog that relates to dreams and/or dreaming. I'm sure there will be one I come across soon.

Hmmmmm... what else am I gonna do today? Oh yeah, I might call the Citizen's Help Bureau in Colchester and see if they have any advice for me in my situation. I have this sick feeling that they'll just tell me what I already know: wait for the Home Office or get married. 'Dudes, I'm working on it!'

I have the last major rehearsal tonight at Lolly's house. I might take my camcorder tonight to get some 'behind the scenes' of the Fool Monty for my DVD I'll make of it afterwards. Oh man, do we laugh! I'm sure I'll pissing myself come Friday night in laughter... or fear... or both.

If anyone wants a copy of the Amberblacks live outings in London & Colchester or a copy of the Fool Monty when it's done, e-mail me and we can arrange it! I love to share!

Right... that'll be it for me for now! Take care, y'all!