March 21st, 2002. Thursday
 
 

    When I left work today, it was still an almost balmy day.  It had hit the low 50's.  When I came home, it was snowing.  And now we're looking at another week of temperatures in the 30's.  We done been had.

    Anyway, I spent most of the day fighting off sleep.  It's unnatural. If you're tired, you should be able to sleep.  It's affecting my work too. I've been sort of hallucinating, which is bad because I've been doing a lot of proofreading.  So after work I went to another guitar lesson. I spent the first half of the lesson tired beyong belief, but managed to pep up once it was time to actually play the guitar.  And it was a pretty good lessons. My teacher told me he thought I was the last person he thought he could jam with, so he was pleasantly surprised when our playing went ok.  So that was a pretty good feeling.  I feel like i've turned a corner musically, which makes me feel more creative as well.  So this is money seemingly well spent.

    I really wanted to go home and take a nap, but today being Thursday, I thought I'd go out.  I'd made plans to go out with Rodzilla, since we hadn't seen each other in a few weeks.  She was already in the city, so I woulda felt bad cancelling and going home for a nap.  As I waited for her outside her school, the most beautiful sky I'd seen in a while was overhead.  The two WTC memorial spotlights were lighting things up nicely, along with the moon, and some fast moving clouds were darting around them.  Plus, the church next to the school framed the whole scene wonderfully.  I wish I'd had a good camera.  Anyway, Rodzilla came out and we went to this French restaurant in the East Village, called Casmir or something, on Avenue B.  The place has a real nice vibe to it.  And everyone who works there seems to be French.  Which is a nice touch.  I had a clear view of the WTC spotlights from our table, and I was really enjoying watching the sky change in front of the lights.  At one point, this huge cloud just comes darting in out of nowhere.  It looked more like something had exploded than a cloudy weather front.  It was really weird to see.  And then it started snowing.  Anyway, I liked the place a lot.  We split some foie gras and had some red wine.  I had the duck confit. She had the steak frites.  Then a nice spot of warm chocolate cake a la mode.  I've had more expensive meals with Rodzilla than any other person in the whole world.  Maybe more than every other person put together. If we saw each other more regularly, we'd both be a lot poorer than we are and we'd both be morbidly obese.  As it stands, Rodzilla seems to have lost a lot of weight over the last month or so.  She was a healthy weight prior to this, and she looks fine now, but the not eating regularly is a bit of a concern.  But I do enjoy seeing her.  I have to admit though, that I'm still a little ambivalent about seeing her.  Not really ambivalent, because it's generally a positive thing. I think things between us are better than they've been in a while, maybe years, and I'm pretty happy with the current situation.  It's just tough sometimes, being that we're as close as we are.  She's going to grad school next year, and was asking me if I thought it'd be better for us if we weren't in the same city.  To that I couldn't really say.  I still have to periodically remind myself why it's a good thing we're not boyfriend-girlfriend anymore.  And that reason is: she's crazy.  No, that's not true.  Meaning, her insanity isn't the reason it's good we're not together.  She burned me with a match tonight because she thought she was being funny.
Ok, she didn't mean to burn me. She thought I'd move the other way.  But it still hurt quite bit.

    On the music front, I'm really appreciating Modest Mouse right now.  Particularly their songwriting.  Specifically the structure of their songs.  A good number of their songs don't follow any sort of verse-chorus-verse structure.  It just goes from one part of the song to another, each one muscially unique.  Then again, what I really appreciate about Wilco right now is how well they write songs that are extremely repetitive.  They still manage to make an interesting and great song that lasts more than 5 minutes, based around three chords a few verses, and a bunch of different noise.

I think I may be getting sick.  I think this lack of sleep thing is finally catching up with me. I've got that smell in my nose that usually means sickness.  Actually it usually signals the tail end of the sickness, so I have no idea what's going on. Except that I must go to bed.

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