written on 06 Jun
at 1434 hrs

*And if I had a boat, I'd go out on the ocean. And if I had a pony, I'd ride him on my boat. And we could all together go out on the ocean. Me upon my pony on my boat.* -Lyle

I'm going to be twelve kinds of tired by tomorrow evening. At this point, I'm only about 8 kinds.

The concert last night was way good. Hopefully tonight Man and I will get close[r]. Keb' is definitely very rad, and he's an excellent performer. Once I'm feeling more articulate I'll put into words what it's like to watch a tall, skinny black man dance around on stage surrounded by hundreds of white people drinking wine and eating expensive cheese. In the meantime, just imagine it.

Damn, I have a headache.

I'm not sure what it is about my driver that makes him incapable of understanding that I'm his boss. If he wants to play the Who Wears the Pants Here game with me, he will lose. And he'll lose the hard way. Little punk.

Speaking of, the other day he tried to argue with me. Let me just say this once: Do not argue with me unless you have irrefutable proof that you are right and I am wrong. I guarantee I remember things better than [almost] all of you. Ben continues to learn the hard way that I don't forget things easily/often. He's stubborn like that, I guess.

It does not take 45 minutes to fill 4 tickets! GET YOUR LAZY ASS ON THE MOVE AND OUT OF MY FUCKING WAREHOUSE!!!!! Thank you.