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Clem Snide – Made for TV Movie. As always, Eef Barzelay hits it in the head. I’ve come to appreciate their music a lot (and not just because Matthew says so).

It’s been a very difficult week. I ran into a number of problems here, in this shitty town. I’ve been scorned more than I have in the past 5 years. And you know what? It ain’t that bad. I certainly picked up the pace after being nagged about some fucking project planning. One of the jobs we had lined up fell through. I don’t even know how I feel anymore.

Haven’t spoken to the wife much. Don’t want to. It’s always the same crap. I’m very depressed about my son and how he is struggling in school. I guess I’m so sad I don’t want to admit to it.

Today the wife sent an email about a course and workshops by Stanley Greenspan, guru of “difficult kids”. Kind of cheered up, at least that’s something I can do for my kid. I hate the idea that I’m a lousy dad because I’m like away so much and when I’m home I neglect my boy. I hate that.

Things have not worked out the way I expected them to. So far since I returned from (elsewhere) I’ve missed one wedding, my niece’s baptism, and now the monthly gathering of my cousins. So much for wanting to be with the family.

I am hooked on my job. It’s just such a rush to get a project going and working on it and solving problems and shit. I am afraid though, that I will wreck my marriage very quickly.

I am getting the hang of writing in ten. It’s kind of a letting ideas flow and putting them on writing and don’t worry about structure and grammar. Sort of stream of consciousness.

This week a soccer player was shot in the head while he was in an antro. What is surprising is that it doesn’t happen more often.

I still haven’t figured out the best arrangements for this jo

This has been a crazy week. I spent half of it away from home and the other half in here. I got in trouble in both towns. There are a million things to do and I am not coping with all of this.

Papercuts – Future Primitive. I like that song it reminds me of the stuff I listened to in the nineties. I just can’t put my finger on what it sounds like.

Yei! Basementcast #9 is available at www.finestkiss.com.

Darren Hanlon – Electric Skeletons. Now that football is over, I am listening to a lot more music. This song sounds exactly something that would come out of Tim Booth’s mouth.

I still have a hard time figuring how to fill up my mp3 player. I am using J. River Media Jukebox, and although it is somewhat confusing, the program is full of things Windows Media Player does not have and it doesn’t erase your files. Boy, I lost hundreds of tunes to WMP.

Saints or Vikings? Too close to call, probably Vikings. Hoping they’ll get crushed in Super Bowl by Indy. Jets stand no chance. Really, no chance.

Today I shut down my facebook account. It’s pathetic how much time I spent on that. Hope I don’t get the jitters.

You know, if all projects come out right and we have enough money, I will seriously consider getting a Kindle. So there.

Now that my former school mates got together I still don’t feel that I would have liked to go. I regret a million things about my life, that is not one of them.

I like this time of night to get my thoughts together. Too bad I can’t write detailed plans to take over the world on this blog.

Is it too late for me to learn German?