• Woke up around 10:00am and noticed there were scrubs in my bed.

• Weighed myself. 134.

• Made coffee.

• Jumped online and did the usual morning PC ritual of checking things.

• Got a twinge in my stomach which prompted me to look at phone's in and outbox to double-check I wasn't dreaming. Was not.

• Mused.

• Deemed musing futile.

• Mused anyway.

• Ached some. Smiled some.

• Realized I was being an idiot and slapped myself back into reality.

• Downloaded sheet music to The Wall and printed the whole thing out.

• Listened to The Wall and arranged the backing vocal parts; very pleased with the results. Underutilized synapses thanked me profusely and begged me to stop ignoring them.

• Received phone call from a guy who wants to play at Knappuccino's; wound up talking on the phone for a 1/2 hour about music, roadtrips, land surveying, gas mileage and the best way to fly to Wyoming.

• Talked to Jeremy about nothing.

• Fought a charley horse or two... was doing good there for a while.

• Considered calling long-distance, but realized I had nothing to say, really.

• Made plans with Elam to do the Phoenix Information Transfer at the diner tonight.

• Made plans with Sam to meet us at the diner, too.

• Showered. Got especially good shave thanks to using rosemary mint massage oil instead of shaving cream.

• Went to The Wall rehearsal; was again blown away at how great things sounded. Felt honored to be working with such amazing musicians, especially Gen and Steve. Got a woody over the backing vocals on "Mother" and "Goodbye Blue Sky;" wished y'all could hear it.

• Got Trainor to agree to let me sing on "Comfortably Numb."   Established neural link with Shawn who sings lead on it; was seamless and magical.

• Cosmically thanked all forces for making my knack music. I am the luckiest person in the world to be so moved.

• Made Lee Hirata laugh out loud, which made me bounce around in a fit of giddy glee (not to be confused with Geddy Lee [?]).

• Got bassplayer approval for catching a goatse reference. [Aim high, kids.]

• Met Elam and Sam at the diner. Information transferred successfully. Ate micro-order of french toast. Poked at cherry pie. Not hungry.

• Realized that the issues of 18 year olds are not much different than those that plague everyone else. Thought about the monologue in High Fidelity:   "It would be nice to think that as I’ve got older times have changed, relationships have become more sophisticated, females less cruel, skins thicker, reactions sharper, instincts more developed..."

• Sam talked me into meeting his friends to play very late night four-square in a parking garage behind Cafe Bellissimo; their Monday night ritual.   It ruled.   I felt alive and connected and not very old at all... thanks to wise-ass Sam for jokingly introducing me as a friend of his mom's. :-D

• Listened to B'Gosh's new stuff which is yet to be released; love it. Got a copy of their EP and some of Sam's solo stuff. Talent abounds in 18 years.

• Got dropped back off at the diner.

• Headed for home, but instead drove around for a little while listening to more of The Wall, and pondered how most people go through their Wall phase during high school... I figured better late than never.

• Screamed, screamed and screamed because I was just so f-ing moved by the fact that music exists and what it does to me.

• Wished every day could be as good as this one was.

• Wished I had the means to arrange / teach music full-time out of a studio in my house in a neat arts-driven place.

• Saw the moon and thought about how cool the concept of orbit is. Acknowledged that the moon looks red primarily because of crap in the atmosphere, but decided it was pretty anyway, kind of like an Arizona sunset. Made a wish. Wondered if the moon looked the same from across the country.

• Realized I was being a schmucky sap and slapped myself back into reality.

• Realized I forgot to pick up inverter from Sandler for roadtrip/camping air mattress inflation.

• Came home, drank some milk, noticed my apartment needs to be cleaned.

• Decided to do this tomorrow while I pack for the roadtrip with Rob, which I am admittedly 12% nervous about.

• Jumped online.

• Wondered if the yester-contents of my phone's inbox were caused by a rum and coke or 12.

• Banged my head against the wall a few times.

• Kicked myself for being an idiot.

• Poured myself some ruby port, made a toast, watched the sunrise, meditated and forgave myself.

Overall, not a shabby day at all.

Fortune Teller Miracle Fish just looks at me and wonders why I haven't used him lately.

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