disaster

why is music such a disaster these days? or not music, i suppose, but anything mainstream. i am inundated with it whenever the radio comes on or if i just want to have background noise via television. it's especially bad, i believe, in south carolina. at least in lynchburg, we had wnrn.

i give up. iTunes it is.

and no, i'm certainly not one of those 'i'm so into indie music and i will look down on you if you ever listen to anything else ever' kind of people--i have my guilty pleasures, but still. it remains slightly depressing.

side note: check out 'what's a girl to do?' by bat for lashes on youtube. i like. see also 'satisfaction' by benny benassi (a eurotrashy disco-y classic, in my opinion, which, randomly enough, i'm very into right now. i blame it on the gym.)

poor baby garner is kinda sick today. he got into a bunch of garbage yesterday and i think today the coffee grounds got him. in every way you could imagine coffee grounds could affect a dog. the funny thing is, if there were another bag of trash here right now, he would prove that he didn't learn his lesson. he'd go straight for it. he's a good dog, just not particularly intelligent.

another five consecutive shift week. two shifts down and three to go. i have a PDR event tonight, which should be 'pretty straightforward.' it's a nice shift to have in the middle of the week, when i'm not feeling especially personable/bouncy/energetic. in the private dining room, people just want to feel special, get their shit done, get their food, and get out. they don't want to hear me tell stories or explain the menu at length. works for me tonight. especially after an uncharacteristically (but welcomed!) busy night last night.

i need to head to the bank shortly. these are my days. i get things done, i suppose, which is good, and i have plenty of time to just hang, which is nice. but every now and then i feel like i should get another job. the only thing with that is i'm already tired after the one at the end of the night. i can't imagine another. i would never hang out with anyone, ever, i'd just be sleeping whenever i wasn't at work. especially with five shift weeks. i think i'll be okay. i just don't have any particularly good stories. unless they take place at night. but such is my life, really, as it's pretty much always been.

rock lobster!