2003-09-15 - 10:26 p.m.
Oops. Sometimes I forget about the internet. I was too busy being sad about John Ritter. Johnny Cash too...but that wasn't as shocking. I've cried every time someone on TV mentions him over a score of soft music. You'd think John Ritter was my father or something, the way I've been acting. But I'm truly saddened about his passing.
I bought a 3-disk set of cocktail music for $10 at Bull Moose after "having coffee" (I'm hip!) with Emily. As I type this I'm listening to Arthur Lyman (the "Tiki God") go to town on his xylophone with a stirring-yet-jazzy rendition of "Hey Jude". Ten dollars I spent. No vocals to be had.
Tomorrow Julie and I are going to check out the space of what may be our future office! Jeremy and I walked down to check out the building today (since it's all of 50 yards from our apartment). There's a cute new coffee shop/vegetarian cafe in the same building. It seems like a place I could go get coffee from! I have a good feeling about this office. It seems like a building that's conducive to massage therapists (what a retarded sentence...disregard it and focus on the sentiment behind it...aka "the point") Finances pending, I think that's where we'll end up.
And John Ritter's dead.
