J-rock, who lives at the house, and Shayla have both read that Conversations with GOd book, and seem pretty taken with it. Based on their recommendations I read a bit of it myself, but it irritated me within a few pages, so I stopped.

First of all, the book is against organized religion, but if you go to the website of the book they have all sorts of workshops and retreats and books by the author on every possible aspect of life.

Sounds like a fucking religion to me!

Have you ever noticed that the answer people have for any problem you have with religion is a different religion?

I have other problems with this book being the dialogue of god. God uses the parlance of a 21st century male. I find that suspect, since it was written by a 21st century male claiming to be speaking to god. Things that make you go “Huh?”.

Ultimately I don’t disagree with most of the messages in the book, but I think that to really progress as a human, one must look inside themselves, rather than looking to someone else’s experience. So, if that really is a valid conversation with the allmighty, I think it’s only useful for the person with hom the allmighty was rapping at the time.

I told Walter I had read a bit of the book.

“Yeah?” he said “Hogwash?”

“Hogwash.” I nodded

I am so tired right now, all I can think about is going to sleep. I have to drive home in about 20 minutes, and I’ll probably have to slap the shit out of my arms to stay awake just like yesterday.

I hate having to do that.

I have no idea why I keep waking up long before I need to get up. It’s very irritating. I wake up early and cant get back to sleep, and then I’m dead ass tired all night.

argh argh argh argh argh argh

Quite annoying!

I have probably explained this to you guys before, but I have a feelings bag. It’s a bag that contains all the feelings that I can use up that day, and once it’s empty, it’s empty.

The only thing that can fill it back up is being left alone to sleep or get drunk or do other relaxing things.

Lately my feelings bag has been emptied a couple of times. Becky called me the other morning just sobbing her eyes out. She wanted to know when I was coming home and to tell me to hurry.

I can’t stand that. Anyway she is sobbing her eyes out and won’t say what’s wrong, she just wants to sob and sob. Well, my feelings bag was not only empty that day but damn near gnawed in half. She had a meltdown because she’s in love with Frog but it’s never going to happen.

And then a few days later, she’s asking me why WE can’t go out, when she’s quite clearly in love with Frog.

Ladies, please tell me, how can you be so beautiful and yet so bananas?

My head has hurt for the last two days for unknown reasons, but I finally got all the sleep I needed, and my headache fucked off. Imagine that, eh?

Problem is, now I am awake at 6:23 am with not a god damned thing to do. I’m usually getting home around this time. I think I might have to go get myself a bagel and a banana from the bagel shop downtown. Might pick myself up a book or a magazine.

I’ve got absolutely nothing whatsoever to do today except wash clothes and learn songs. Maybe some time in the studio when I get home. Who knows?

What should I do with my time today?

Walter and I shout at one another a lot. It’s fairly enjoyable.

Here’s how the game is played. You go out to eat with someone and you let them get their food and start eating it. About 5 or so minutes into eating when everyone’s quiet because they are stuffing their faces, you lean over to them and go “HOW’S YOUR SALAD?” or whatever they are eating very loudly.

Then they go “FINE THANK YOU” loudly back at you, to demonstrate that you are being too loud, and you say “Well, there’s no need to shout.”

This little game drives Shayla totally nuts. She also gets really mad when we go to eat together and don’t call to see if she wants to go along. Problem is, she’s got too many fucking rules about eating. She’s one of those annoying vegetarians.

Now, I don’t eat a lot of meat, myself. You could call me a vegetarian also, but I don’t go to a fucking mexican restaurant where no one speaks much english and try to get the waiter to justify using lard to make the beans. I’m sure even if he understood what you are bothering him about he’d think the question was absurd. I speak english and I certainly do.

That’s pretty typical behavior for her though. She really enjoys making waiters defend the restaurant’s food before she will eat it. She actually said this once:

“Is that tomato sauce really tomato-ey?”

The waiter replied, “It’s a marinara sauce, ma’am.”

So, we’re at lunch the other day and she’s ordering sweet tea.

“Is that tea really sweet?”

“It’s a sweet tea ma’am.” I said.

She glared at me. Eventually she made the waiter put half unsweet and half sweet in the cup. That really annoys me, for some reason. It’s like everywhere she goes she demands to be special, even though she’s not really an excessive tipper.

People who are that high maintenance should be forced to tip everyone around them for being such a pain in the rump.

Having said all that, she’s really a sweet girl, just completely high maintenance.