Chronicles of a HeadCase

At the request of my good friend Karen (a.k.a. Ah Tan or dUCky or Mrs. Hansen), I will post a "normal" blog entry like everyone else, entailing my daily activities . No "Psycho-Babble" post today, as Karen put it… so hang on to your seats. (after this post, you may begin to realize why I write in the syle of "Psycho-Babble". Simply put my daily activities suck and I only live for the weekends here, so here goes…)

Last night, I finished recording my song "Who You Are". Pretty rough draft but I am mildly satisfied with it. I already have changes in mind for tonight. I went to sleep at around midnight, and Marita calls me at 1 am to tell me she got to Atlanta safe and sound. She was complaining about how customs was pissing her off, especially the supervisor who happened to be a gringo. They ripped up some of her samples that was for the trade show in Georgia… she politely sent her regards to his mom in spanish. lol. Thats what I like about Marita, can’t wait to see her on Friday. So, I fall back asleep, and I wake up at around 7:15 – 7:30 from Lupita’s wake up call. Naturally, I fall back asleep, wake up 20 minutes later, and curse in 3 different languages… i think it was (fuck, santa maria, puta mierda, machikne, chi bai) not in that order. Eventually fly out the door, picked Lupita up and drove to work in my zombie state of mind. Thinking about my soft, feathery pillows and my oh-so-comfortable comforter. I was pretty spaced out, can’t remember what I talked to Lupita to in the car… next thing I’m aware of is pulling up into the parking garage of my office building at 8:35am. hmm… decided to take a power nap till 9am. And of course, with my luck, I was rudely awaken by my cell phone. Its Alisa (Paul’s assistant and the secretary at PDP), needed help plugging her headphones into the computer… I might have pulled half a hand full of hair from my scalp. So, I start my workday with a double shot esspresso latte and 2 white toasts. Check my emails, friendster, neatvibe, myspace, hi5, etc… anything to procrastinate starting to work. After about 20 minutes of pretending to work, I step out for a ciggarette. This goes on for another couple of hours (some work done in-between). See, the key in working at any company in the states is spreading out your work to fill your workday, unlike me, I finish everything fast and space out at my desk till more work arrives. lol. After lunch, I got some feedback about my song from Asta, Lupita, Rosie and Delone. They liked it mostly. Asta requested an acoustic version without the effects, Rosie and Lupita both pointed out that the vocals in the first verse was off-beat a little and Delone asked me to marry her. lol, jokingly of course. Between more work, caffeine and ciggarette breaks, a couple more hours pass and in an hour before the day is done, I’m writing in my blog. I’m trying to make an effort here, but lately I’ve been feeling tired most of the time. I never get to sleep… mostly my fault anyways. Most regular people get rest over the weekend, but I just exhaust myself by partying my ass off. What am I to do? I need an outlet somewhere right? haha. Its amazing how an hour can go by so slowly… amazingly dreadful. till next time.