1:42 pm-Doing this midday-like I care anymore about doing any work. I’ve been thinking about my past-the time I was at the studio and these guys came in with master tapes from Sublime-after Brad died-they were going to do a remix and didn’t have a 24-track recorder. So we sit there and listen to the tapes and move some of it to DAT. It was all real early jams and Brad singing about nothing. And hanging out upstairs at the Blue, and Brad’s wife comes up and has a bridal shower-me and Adi helped out. I was thinking about degrees of separation.
Sunday-up, church, shop, home, beach, pool. Up late moving things from box to box, culling-went through a misc box, one more to go, another culling round upcoming. No news yet about the NC job, the ADP one is gone. Not much today-up late, kids to school, email problems, to work, email replies, phone calls, gave the layoff doc back. <sigh> it’s such BS. Need to go to B of A and close out my safe deposit box.s
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