talk about a short week [567]

i am on vacation.

i worked today, and now i'm off for the rest of the week.

the funny thing is that i don't really have any plans.

i know i should take pictures, especially since this is the first vacation with the new camera, but... i can't really think of anywhere to go. i know chris the bassist and i are supposed to go collect sounds some time this week (or, christache, as we've been calling him, considering the thing on his face).

<laughs>

otherwise...

personally, i just don't want to be awake for most of this. i feel content to sit on my ass and veg in front of all these new the west wing dvd's i've collected.

of course, i also want to eat. i have dreams of beth's cafe and burger joints...

mmm... country-fried steak and eggs... aaaaaggggghhhhh...

all the hash browns i can eat...

it's 1.45aPT as i write this. i don't have to be asleep, although i got word that piiwii's water pipes burst. i offered up my shower so she can prepare for the morning shift... and god knows i'll probably be up until then.

king of the hill is on in fifteen minutes.

i could use a shower. i'm trying to get my legs back after not having skated for a month, and did pretty well tonight.

lotsa cute gothy girlies.

ah, the fantasy...

or, "fantasty".

nice.

i did manage to find a neat place to take a band photo. i normally hate fluorescent lights, but i think this one will work out rather well, if i can manage to get the five of us together again and get us to the skating rink.

it's been almost two months since the five of us have been in the same room at the same time.

i like the spirit of it all, though. such an odd group of people have come together for a common purpose.

it's all i've worked for.

now what?