Mundane

Here we go, post number two.

Happy belated Fourth of July folks.

As murphy's law would have it, I would be scheduled to work Friday the ninth, which is a gig date for the band. So even though independence day is not my holiday, I traded with someone so I could get the ninth off, that's how dedicated I am. And what the heck, it's time and a half, who couldn't use the extra money these days?

My second day back at work was much like the first. Long, hard on my foot, but ultimately satisfying. The people I work with are typically pretty cool, not all of them of course, but most. I enjoy working mostly, simply because I like feeling as if I earned my money, and I don't feel as if my job is ridiculous. People depend on me to get people registered and get that information correct, makes me feel useful. It's satisfying.

Trevor and I enjoyed a good dinner last night. I actually cooked. We tend to get rather romantic with one another when one of us cooks. I made tilapia with garlic and lemon, sprinkled with bread crumbs, baked. It wasn't half bad, which is saying something when it comes to my cooking. Trevor is the chef in this relationship, and I'm not afraid to admit it. We even got extra special with some wine and cheesecake (which I certainly didn't make)

Afterwards, we played some music. He taught me the new song he wrote, and it sounds pretty awesome. We'll probably debut it at the gig on Friday. It was nice to play with just him and I, kind of like the old days, before there was a band and it was just us.

Jared was MIA, wedding in Chicago, but he's back now, already sleeping so I'm assuming he had a good time.

I've gotten to chat with A.C. a few times on skype, which is fantastic. I miss her desperately and I think she's a little homesick, but in the end she's having a blast and I am envious. I keep telling myself she'll be home soon enough but it doesn't stop me from missing her. She's supposed to be blogging but I have yet to see it, I plan on bothering her about it later. To be honest, I'm pleasantly surprised with the frequency we get to chat on Skype.

I started reading 'One for the Money." It's hilarious, enough said.

It's still quiet around here, which leads me to boredom. The kittens are playing beneath my feet (did I mention my cat Alice gave birth to four of the little monsters?) and are noisy, and there's fireworks STILL going on outside, but that's it. The house is quiet, and I'm starting to lose it. I should probably be writing (not the blog) but eh, just don't feel like it, and I don't think you should push when it comes to creativity.

Trevor and I will probably watch a movie, horror of course. Then we have a full band practice early in the morning, one of three before the gig. I'm excited, the drummer we're playing with is beyond fantastic, so it should be a blast.

No True Blood tonight, such a disapointment.

Well, since my life is boring watching paint dry, I'm signing out.

Peace,

C-Dubs.