2002-02-07 | 12:30 p.m.
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I haven't done this in a while.

And yes, I do think I am officially out of a job come April and yes again, I think I am going to open a store. Don't ask me "With what money?" when you know I have none. But we do get some sort of severance and maybe that will help things. The ideas are coming quick and the information is easier to find than I thought. The tough part is getting the space, but we'll see how that progresses. I won't tell you what it is called until I register the name (what if you should steal it?!) but it will rule and you will want to come to Brooklyn to see it all for yourself.

I have this problem where when things don't go well, I make it my fault and feel bad about it. Like yesterday, I got tickets for a show in a quick rush because they were all of a sudden back on sale though they were sold out. And my friend called and said "Do you want some" and I said "Yes!" and she got me two (me + girl) because I didn't know about anyone else. Of course when I got home it turned out two more people wanted to go, so that was bad and my fault. Then this morning I got an email that said "I got three tickets to (this other concert)!" but if we really needed 5. Of course only I knew that we needed 5, but I didn't know that the person would buy them today. So see, that's my fault to for not having said it sooner. I hate the way my head works and to deal with it I think I am only getting tickets for myself from now on.

Another creepy thing was that today on my subway platform, right on the edge where they have the yellow rubber "Don't fall on the tracks!" floor, there was a big smudge of what was unmistakably (to me) blood. That's creepy, eh? On the train there was a baby, though. I like babies, so I forgot for a while.

Sloan got a US deal with RCA (sorry I didn't mention this sooner). The record is out stateside in April and they will come back on tour. I'm glad because I miss Sloan.

I keep singing "Epitaph For My Heart" from The Magnetic Fields ever since the other night on "Queer as Folk" they played "When My Boy Walks Down the Street" and I got all re-into them. It is a genius song, really. "Epitaph" I mean (it starts out with a singsong version of the "Caution, to prevent electric shock..." warning), although I quite like "When My Boy Walks Down the Street" as well.

Tomorrow I go to a wedding. I've only been to one wedding before and I was a bridesmaid. That was over 10 years ago. I am nervous and scared. Nervous and scared for a party. I might want to get that checked out.

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