2004-10-21 - 4:52 p.m.
My Friends When I Wrote And Told 'Em What I Was Up To Said That's Not Me
Liz called from Alaska last night. She and Gunther are (still) trying to get me to move there. I am SO considering it. I dunno. It just seems like that's something I *need* to do. Joey said, "You don't belong there...." and tells me that a construction gig is not me. Joey, Cher, Mrs. DLH, and Effie said that I need to stay in Chicago.
However, I'm developing a plan that goes something like this: If nothing good happens to/for me by the end of the year, I'm moving to Alaska for a year--six months minimum.
There are things that I have to take care of here: art that needs to be made and songs that need to be recorded for a record soon to be released on a local micro-indie label.
Right. I'm trying to stay on the positive tip. "Things are going to get better."
Etc.
