Still Puzzled...

Can I say that I like Howie Day? Man, the guy just writes good songs ["Brace Yourself," "You and I Promise" and "Collide" will do it for starters; the Radiohead-esque quality of "Come Lay Down" is also infectious -- you cannot run from this]. Anyway, today was a good day. Group work for COMM370-Nonverbal Comm thankfully over; no more writing papers under the guise of a "group" effort. Man, group projects just plain suck. Who likes them? Anyway, it wasn't so bad, really. I tend to hyperbolize.

Again, today was good. Yes, I will say it again, not because I'm trying to make myself believe it but because I get so easily and so often distracted from my central thought train ["Runaway train, never coming back..."]. See, there. Anyway, I skipped my first class, Irish lit, to prep for the COMM presentation, it came and went, next class was the usual 75min of a prof droning on and on, then I went to work. It was one of the better nites I've had at The Best Little Rollhouse [pretending to be] from Texas. I got out of there late, but it was worth it. Customers, coworkers affable. Tips good. Getting the hang of it makes work fun [or as fun as it can be]. Just a solid, if uneventful, nite -- and that was fine by me. One def perk: getting paid to watch college hoopstas about one-fourth of the time I'm there. No cable at the casa this semester, so it's a welcome benefit.

Random highlights of the day/nite: Jill dropping in at Roadhouse as the bearer of good music [new Coldplay -- !! -- and some solid stuff from this Damien Jurado creature] and encouragement... a few encouraging msg's from friends... a renewed desire to initiate with people and not wait for others to present ideas, beefs, concerns, etc. to me ["jump ON IT!"]... meeting up with Misner at The Mart That Walton Built and talking for quite a while... also seeing Nick and AJ from work there was keen. Funny talking to people outside of work; it's as if I expect them to bark the usual sayings, but in this moment they are real people too and they buy their food at Wal-Mart. Huh.

It's 3:30 in the a.m., and I'm going nutty. Why, why am I still up? I think Radiohead put it best: "You do it to yourself. You do."