Happy New Year
So this is the new year? I didn't stay up to watch the animatronic Dick Clark show. I figured it'll still be 2004 when I wake up, and if it isn't, then it won't be for anybody, so it won't matter. No big day-off traditions here, like with meals and stuff. In fact, I had a leftover curry chicken and leafy spinach sandwich for lunch and strawberry instant oatmeal for dinner. I did get my hands on a bootleg of Joe Strummer's last earthly concert. And I've been having fun watching my new iBook battery run for more than 4 hours on a single charge. Tomorrow I have to drop off whatever I don't feel like lugging on the plane with a guy who's going to Florida a week ahead of the rest of us. (That's a work thing, so I won't write about it directly.) Right now I'm thinking I'll send myself a case of Diet Pepsi and my el-cheapo, but customized no-name electric guitar, so I can continue my quest to play things but never get them quite right. I won't have a lot of spare time, but it might be nice to noodle around with at night, after we go to Emeril's to eat. I've got a little headphone amp so that I won't bother my roommate. But it might freak him out to see me show up at his door with the very symbol of the destruction of peace and quiet in the western hemisphere, so I don't know. But the soda [not "pop"] is going.