I am pretty excited for this weekend. I am headlining a show in Roselle, IL Friday night and Waukesha, WI on Saturday. I don’t get teh chance to headline all that often. Actually, the Roselle one doesn’t really count as headlining because I am just closing the show, but not doing a ton of time. Waukesha will be a riot, though. I added a couple new blogs to my myspace page so check that out if you are reading this right now only because you are bored at work. Speaking of work, mine sucks and I really don’t care for it so much that tomorrow, my entire department is having a meeting because we are all in trouble because we all hate each other and are getting really sick of acting like we don’t. Anyway, most of them are scared and dont want to go to the meeting. I am actually excited because I have removed myself from that place so mentally and emotionally that I feel like I get a front row seat to someone else’s horrible situation. It’s like having a hidden camera and watching a horribly violent break-up. I just don’t care. I don’t know if I wrote about it earlier, but I tried to quit!! I tried to quit!! With that in mind, I should not still be working there. Somehow I am. It actually works out great because I get paid to be there and not care, and it is pretty flexible for me and my travelling. This new update isn’t very funny I am realizing. Hmmm. Oh, here is a funny story: First of all, you know how sometimes you are talking to a person in a crowded place and you can’t hear them very well, but you are pretty sure that nothing of substance is being exchanged between the two of you so you cna sort of do the whole nod and “yeah” every once in a while- thing? Well, I was out with my buddy, we’ll call him Patrick the Butthole, and we were talking to this girl in a bar. She was saying a bunch of stuff and I couldn’t really hear her, but she was talking to me so when I recognized one of those pauses where it was probably my turn to respond, I just said, “yeah” with kind of an agreeing smile to it. Her friendly smile dropped real fast and somehow the conversation was over right then. Patrick the Butthole informed me that he was pretty sure she was saying something along the lines of, “I am out of shape and need to get exercising.” Good night, I gotta go to bed.