So I’m listening to a CD by Paul Desmond, one of his bossa nova albums, and it’s just amazingly jaunty. And I’m really just sitting here. I guess it’s far too peppy for sitting-in-an-office music at 815 am but it does make me happy. Quiet so far this morning.

I am so fucking sick of dealing with these book labels. The computer here at the office can handle the files JUST FINE but the file is too big for the PRINTER. Aargh. O well, not much left to do than to give Kinko’s all my money. I sure hope there’s a decent turnout tomorrow night. Couldn’t find anyone to play so I’ll just take along my party mix CD’s and throw those on.

Andy is getting along a bit better about thinking towards the future. My bet is that he’ll go back to school. My own personal hope is that he’ll decide on DePaul for the grad writing program instead of doing the library school thing. I think he (and I; selfish I know) would be happier if he had a real creative outlet instead of just an organizational one. I bet he’d make some cool writer friends through DePaul, which would be great because then maybe I’d pick up a few new cool writer friends.

Saw “Images” again last night, this time with Gavin. I liked it better the second time, got more out of it. We will have a copy of “Eraserhead” to watch on Halloween! Hooray! No other invites for that evening anyways.