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In the end, all she wanted was to get the chair through the door. In the end, comfort was a new place in the sun. In the end, she realized that Miles Davis didn’t speak to her through his horn. In the end, which was worse, peace or war? In the end, the cat forgave her for trying a new cat food. In the end, it was the butler who did it after all. In the end, fact was not stranger than fiction. In the end she found a sunny disposition as her new attitude. In the end, what’s one more bite of pie? In the end, it was the leak and not the rain that caused the rot. In the end, the teacher’s right/wrong record was no greater than her own. In the end all she wanted was all she hadn’t got. In the end, life was no more fair than death. In the end, his kiss was no more deadly than is eyes. In the end, the destruction of his youth coincided exactly with is failing memory. In the end, she didn’t hesitate before she told him yes.

I started off the day by blubbering like a little girl in front of everyone at the Humane Society when I discovered that they knew who had my sixteen-year-old blind cat, Zane. I was completely out of control. Bought more than a hundred dollars worth of meat at Costco. Picked up the cat from the nice lady who found her without making a scene and found out that we owe her more than a hundred dollars for taking our cat to the vet. Got into a snit with Key bank because they were trying to charge me five dollars to cash a check because I didn’t have an account with them. The check I was trying to cash was drawn from a Key Bank account, but that didn’t seem to matter. I asked them when I deposit this check at my own bank would they also charge me five bucks? They said no, that this was a teller fee. I told them with all my righteous indignation what they could do with their fee and left. Found out that the baby sitter we had been counting on to sit the kids on our anniversary celebra...

Spent the better part of the weekend beating myself up in the studio. I’m trying to get as all the grunt work done here in my own studio so when I take it in to be mixed down, we’re not spending time doing things like “cleaning tracks” “track lists” and the like. It’s slow tedious work but I’m hoping that I’ll save time (i.e. money) in the long run. Colin from Colin Magnuson Creative has said that he would like to work on the CD art part of this project so that’s going to be a big help. He’s the one responsible for the colorization of the picture of my Grampa. He’s got a great eye for design and I’m looking forward to seeing what he comes up with for the rest of it. Right now I’m looking at getting into the studio for the final mix sometime in the beginning of September. Though Mike came over last Monday night to finish up the last of the tracking, somehow that entire session didn’t get saved and got blown away, so now he’s going to have to come over on Wednesday to do it...

Corlis’ wife left him last week. They’d been on rocky ground for the past few years anyway, what with her being so quick to anger and all. Course truth be told, I imagine Corlis isn’t the easiest guy to be married to either, he’s obsessed with his car and Christopher Walken movies. In fact it was his bidding on an original script of the Dead Zone on ebay that was the straw that broke the camels back. He tells me that he wasn’t serious about getting it, he just wanted that feeling that for a brief moment, he was owner of a small part of Christopher Walken’s life. I feel bad for him really. Not that Trish left him; She didn’t like any of his friends and I never much cared for her either. It’s just that in the long run, he’ll be better off with out her, but in the now, he’s feeling all like it’s his fault and he’s running around town buying chocolates and roses in some romantic notion that if he can just buy her enough crap, she’ll come back to him and that can start from wh...

The Prairie Dogs played their last gig Saturday night. We had a nice turnout, playing both in front of old friends and people who had never seen us before. Doug, who had been out of commission for the past few weeks, came out to bang on the drums, and though the tempos were all over the place, the energy was good and we pulled out some nice stuff. We brought the list of every song we've ever played and did kind of a hunt and choose to make up the set. Pulling out songs we haven’t done in a long while and even slopping through a new one of mine. My one regret with this band is that we were never able to practice enough to get down all the new songs we were writing, and though it was great that the music seemed to keep moving and producing, it just felt like were never able to keep up with it to see where it might take us. Dave and I went out for beers after, since neither of us was all that interested in going home. We talked about a lot of things but not about the band ...