i'm at work waiting for paint to dry. i can hardly contain my excitement.

one of the things i don't like about my job is the crazy schedule. dan's birthday is coming up and, because of work, i can't go out with him this weekend. that sucks.

otherwise things are just fine. my right hand is permenantly covered in silver spray paint, which gives me a sort of robotic- michael- jackson- one- glove look goin' on. i recently found a mix cd of 80's tunes i made a while back and that has been giving me hours of listening pleasure as of late. i've scored a freelance gig in chicago in august, which will hopefully start to plant my name in those circles, and lead to other gigs and recognition and then to jeff awards and then to complete world domination. maybe.

my Noisy Neighbors came home at 5 am this morning, and decided they needed to get their groove on. i hate.

st. patty's day is coming up.. i think i may actually go out and have something irish to drink, like a whiskey or something. i have to remember to wear green, people will pinch me hard if i don't. they want to see me cry.

we went and saw hidalgo monday night. it was okay.. there were some really pretty picture moments, and i always enjoy omar sharif. i have to say i probably could've rented it and been okay, but seeing all those horses really did make me want to learn to get crazy on a horse.