Everyone Says It’s On

In Heaven I’ll be able to sing, right?

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My wife is joining me for lunch today! She might be underwhelmed at the local choices though. Asia Buffet is the best, and she’s probably not going to be into that.

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Oh happy day—I got my new Japanese Jason Falkner CD, Everyone Says It’s On.

I’m enjoying the hell out of it.

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Awful: I dreamed that someone faked THEBOY'S death, made us think he was gone. We wailed, I was ready to off myself... and some psychologist walked in, a tall Indian dude, and wanted to talk about what had just happened. I found my son to be alive and was overjoyed, of course. But I punched the Indian in the mouth, broke his arm, kicked him out of the house and called the cops.

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I also dreamed I was mayor of Austin, and that my old friend Steve ran into me at the inauguration and explained that he now acts in porn movies.

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My first grade as a grad student: a 79 on a paper. Ouch. I knew I kinda half-assed it. I’ll do better. The prof is doing his level best with the material, which is pretty stats-intensive. In the hands of lots of other profs the class would be utter torture.

He’s a tough grader too, which didn’t pair well with the aforementioned half-assed approach. But maybe this is the kick in the pants I need to finally get motivated. Between the holiday last weekend and a prof’s illness, I still feel like I’ve hardly begun school at all.

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Happy Friday. I give you permission to goof off.