work seems to be dragging my soul through the gutter more and more, as the weeks roll on. it's hard to believe that i've almost been here for a year.

i just pulled an interview for a supervisor position out of my ass, it seems (put that mental image away for now). i got an email wanting to know if i would be available to be interviewed tomorrow at around 2pm. the answer to that was a big, fiery "hell no," seeing as i'll probably be about halfway between "here" and "there" on my way to see radiohead in new york. i somehow finagled my way into not forfeiting the oppurtunity by firing back an email saying "how about now?" bingo. it worked. no shirt and tie for brian, i was doing this one quick and dirty (enough with those mental images!). i even explained my radiohead tickets, which got a knowing nod from the girl in hr. she's a radiohead fan. aren't we all?

i've been doing fuck-all today. i went out on lunch and got the oil changed. that was a grand adventure, i guess. i didn't get the synthetic. my wallet is thanking me, but i'm sure my engine is slightly pissed. oh well…"blackie lawless" will live to race another day, i'm sure…

maybe i'll eat this baby ruth that's been sitting on my desk, all day…