In which I find myself driving around at dusk.

Last night I hung around the office ’til 5:30 or so, updating my iPod and surfing blogs. Then I rolled past the bar but Bread wasn’t there and since Amazon Blonde doesn’t work there any more there was hardly any chance of getting a decent bloody mary.

It was going to be dark soon, so I headed home to change my headlight. That little enterprise took longer than you’d think — many screws need to be removed to swap out one’s headlight.

After that, I drove past the Libertyville bar, but Bread wasn’t there either.

Drove back to town.

Apparently I didn’t adjust my new lamp very well, because two people flashed me when I had my low beams on. I’ll have to fiddle with that.

Stopped at the gas station for gas (still two-something a gallon) and cigs. Drove back by the Dead Cock. Where in the hell is my hubby getting drunk?

Cell phone rings. He’s at the bowling alley, and if I stopped by he’d buy me a drink.

So I went over there, and he bought me a drink. Then he wanted $15 bucks for something. *rolleyes*

After awhile, I left for rehearsal. My voice really opened up last night and felt good; I don’t know why last night rather than any other night but sometimes that happens. We worked on a song I wrote and afterwards PK gave me shit about being indifferent about originals when I first joined the band. “You shrugged and said you weren’t into it, and then you bring us this!”

In other news, I think I’m gonna put Linux on my iPod because my brother did it. Plus, who doesn’t want Space Invaders and Pong and Asteriods and a Matrix screensaver on her 5th gen iPod?!