look at that guilty bastard

So, Nicci has been gone for about twelve hours now. I had to wake up at 6am to take her to the airport. I went for a short run in Runyon Canyon, then went into work for the day. I’m very tired now, and it’s only 8:15. I put in some calls to the regulars to see what’s happening tonight, but things are looking rather grim at the moment. I imagine it’s just going to wind up being an early-in night for me,. I don’t have much strength left to go out and do anything rambunctious, anyway. Maybe I’ll play some music; I borrowed the first season of Breaking Bad from work — I hear it’s pretty good. Oh, God. This is already so pathetic. It hasn’t even been a full day! Shouldn’t I be drunk by now? Shouldn’t Nate and Shaun and I be losing our shirts at a poker table? Curses for having to work on Labor Day! Oh well, at least there will be a LOST viewing tomorrow night (with beer and tacos of course) and my two-day weekend should help this transition into girlfriendlessness. Wow, what a weird word I just invented. Look at me, I’m not even funny anymore. Is this what Jerry Seinfeld felt like after he stopped working with Larry David? I kind of have to use the restroom, as I’ve consumed a lot of water today, but I don’t want to lose my train of thought. Fuck, nobody returns text messages in this town. Or, if they do, they say really vague things like, “My head is void.” Why not just say, “I can’t think of anything to do, but let’s do something. You pick.” That’s way easier to understand than, like, “I’m just sitting here but I don’t want to spend much money.” So, conversations inevitably fizzle out into nothingness and I’m left here trying to figure out the next few hours until I pass out. I tried calling the credit card company to tell them that someone used my card at a movie theater in Texas. It wasn’t me. It was probably Tarantino or something. I hear that guy loves to steal credit card information from people around Los Angeles. Yeah, that sounds about right. Tarantino did it. Speaking of movies, I’m thinking about installing cable TV in my apartment. I don’t know where to put it, because my room is so absurdly small I don’t think I can fit one anywhere without reorganizing the entire space. But if I put it downstairs in the living room, I feel like I’d have to ask my roommates to chip in, and I’m pretty sure they don’t want the added bills — otherwise we’d have gotten a television in our apartment sometime during the last eighteen months. Plus, once you add up all the costs for the cable box and taxes and fees it becomes quite a large amount of money to spend all by my lonesome. Alright, nevermind, I’m going to take a piss. Sorry. I got sidetracked by the guitar. It needs fresh strings, because these old ones sound lifeless. I don’t know how long it’s been since I went to take that piss. I’m sorry for the lapse in logic here, I seem to have forgotten what I was speaking of, and I can’t be bothered to read up a few lines in order to continue writing. My mother is flying out to LA next weekend and she wants me to think of something fun that we can both do. The only suggestion I could give was Joshua Tree. Maybe Lightning Swords of Death is playing in town and I can take her to her first black metal show. Usually we just walk around whatever ritzy area surrounds her hotel, but this time she actually wants to venture somewhere new. Any suggestions? What is there in LA that a mom can enjoy? Usually I’m really good at suggesting or organizing day trips, but with a mom involved…that changes everything. I’m so lost in my thoughts right now, and yet my head is kind of empty. I think somebody stole all the thoughts I should be having. It’s probably Tarantino or something. He loves to go around stealing ideas from people in Los Angeles. Yeah, that sounds about right. Tarantino did it.

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