Okay, so I’ve been trying to cut down on my caffeine intake in the last week. I’ve been tapering off over the past few months, but I decided to cut it out for good. I’ve started taking Adderall (Astro Moondoggie, speed freak) and it’s a stimulant anyways. I figured best bet would be to cut out the other stuff.
What’s a good non-caffeine alternative to Coke? Why root beer, of course!
Ben Folds rocked the suburbs yet again. this time, we got the rare treat of seeing him play drums in a nice long drum solo during “Stephen’s Last Night in Town.” How awesome is that? Well, awesome enough to make me stay up and type this, but not quite awesome enough to make my eyes stay open any longer. It’s bedtime, baby.
Up and around (vaguely) we are on an early Saturday morning. Today we head down to UConn for homecoming. Barb’s the alumnus, I’m the one tagging along to see Ben Folds tonight. Wahoo! This makes my sixth live concert, three of which have involved Ben. I’m not sure if that’s a testament to his stage presence or the fact that I just don’t get out much.
Well, we got in to see Punch-Drunk Love last night, and it was quite the experience. Remember me mentioning the back of the ticket and its dire warnings as to overbooking and the like yesterday? (I even scanned the front and back of the ticket if you wanna see, though it’s hard to read as I had to keep it small for web purposes. Both open in a new window) Well, apparently I was one of the few who actually read the back of the ticket.
Well, I just picked up an advance screening pass for Punch-Drunk Love, and after reading the back of the pass, I’m a little worried. Ominous portents fill its backside, much like Al Roker at a chili cook-off.
So I’m walking to work today and I realize I’m following this girl wearing one of those fashions I have yet to understand – jeans with bleached out stripes. Granted, I wore my fair share of acid-wash back in the day. Never much got into the torn jeans thing, other than when I was really small, but then it was because I was tired of Mama Moondoggie putting rainbow patches on the rips.
Originally written while I was in the dentist’s office last week
You know, sometimes it’s strange how people often don’t think about their surroundings. For instance, I’m currently sitting here at the dentist’s office waiting for a cleaning (insert oral hygeine joke). They scheduled an 11:00 for me, but it was really an 11:30. Another Astro was here already, getting work done, then returning to the waiting room. They come back to call him in, just saying “Astro.” He goes back and I wonder what’s going on. This is when they finally tell me the time screw-up.