pick me up

the air outside smells salty. and quite a lot like two day old seaweed. it's agonna rain. all this humidity is a very bad sign. i mean, i had some idea that it was going to rain, as weather and i are on such good terms lately, but i thought it wasn't going to pour until sunday. afterall, that is the reason i chose to work: that way my sunny days wouldn't be spent within the confines of concreate walls and with man who loves to stick me in the booth on the lightboard. that's just how i want to spend my beautiful spring days. in a booth. a black booth. with nobody else, just listening to you all joke around via the pcc onstage, my only way to communicate being the god mic and awaiting orders for what light to bring up. we're going to put dimmers 3 and 77 into channel 154. bring that up to full. yeah baby. take that out. hey rach, can you tell me what's in channel 70? why don't you put that into channel 7. bring that up. take it down just a rat's tush. thanks, love. sure. anytime. it's an ideal 68 degrees outside and i am sitting up here by myself, listening to you folk. just a bunch of ... well, family, as it would have it. everyone seems to be much like family to me these days. so i'm not going to complain too mucha bout it, i guess.

marissa just called me to drive her to a gas station. her car ran out of gas. mahaha.