Crappy Days

We all have them...
Today is one. I'm not even sure its a crappy day, its just so surreal that I can't get a grip. I can only try to explain it here. I'm not stationed on this planet today, which makes it hard to deal with other people and that's what makes this whole day kinda crappy. The positive side of not being here now is that I don't want to be here, on this planet, with these people, trying to understand things that I don't care about, feeling like I have to do things that don't even register. Don't get me wrong, I love these people for who they are, but you can love someone and not want to talk to them. You can love your job and be sick of work. I need a serious change and its coming so I should relax right? I don't think so, not today.

I have had consistent dreams of California since I left there when I was ten. I went there last summer and I want to go back to stay for a while. I need some strength for fucks sake. I can't keep my eyes open right now... I don't want to have to keep them open. That means that I should just fall asleep right here in class! But I'm not that strong. This is going no where today...

Super Fat Tuesday - whole lotta nothin'

I'm not screwing around with these pictures all day. Paul, T-Dog, Mallory, Little Ben, Me, Ankur, (who little Ben calls Gonk!) And a teaser of the children's book called "What the Cluck?!?!"




Anti-climatic at least. It could be that I am just grumpy because I stayed up until 12 watching my home state of Missouri, and my home county of Johnson, see-sawing, teeter-tottering, and then I realized it didn't matter as much as would like it to. It was interesting but, Jesus, I could have used the sleep. I wouldn't care if I didn't like Barak so much.

The good news - I got a call about the radio show we are doing on Feb. 15th for 90.1 KKFI in Kansas City. It looks like we got the primo spot, right after the Rock-a-Billy Mood Swing program at like 7 o'clock at night on a Friday. We play some of our CD, then an interview, then we play a couple of songs. This shit never goes as planned but it sounds like fun.

I've never put it on here before myspace.com/firebullets but there you go... the link that ends all links. There are new pictures up, with Ben (my brother) now playing the bass. Tell me what you think and I promise to get really drunk and write a post.

I used to get wasted and write all the time. It was always a bunch of crap but it was entertaining crap.

Obama '08