"Who cares about the Padres?"

Slow day. It started early, 6:30 when I had to get up for the first half of a ten hour course on how to be a petty officer. Apart from the time that it took, the course wasn't so bad. Granted, it was full of self-empowerment new age bull sh*t, but I think that I was able to get past that. It is always interesting that when the topic of suicide is brought up in a class room setting, the instructor always seems to make it into a joke. If I might quote Michael Scott, "there are certain topics that are off-limits to comedians; JFK, AIDS, the Holocaust. The Lincoln Assassination just recently became funny. 'I need to see this play like a need a hole in the head.' " I would add suicide to that off-limits list. But that's just me. After that was over, I took a nap, naturally, then went down to Taco Bell. The song "That's the way it is" by Celine Dion was on the radio in the Bell. "Love comes to those who believe it, And that's the way it is." What does that mean?
This week has been okay, I went to San Diego over last weekend to visit the 'rents. It was a sweet time. I think that I want to live there someday, after the rat-race, when I can enjoy it. It was good to spend time with my parents, and to remember again how awesome they are and how blessed I am. BTW, happy Mother's Day, Mom.
My Garage band hasn't been working. It won't start up. It's ironic that I haven't wanted to record anything for months, and the week that I pop out three quality songs, I can't record them. KHarra B'el Haia as the Iraqis say.
I'm playing another show at a local coffee shop on the 3rd of July. (Rollick's, at the corner of Fremont and Cyn Del Rey). It should be sweet, and it will be my first one since December. I hope I still remember how to play.
So another week ahead of me. Two more months, 4 more years, then who knows. I look forward to it.