May 7th, 2002:

Okay… quickly now:

Iron shirt (read: throw shirt in dryer), drive to gas station, get gas, meet Amanda and Royce off of 35E, get ticket, drive to AA center, park, pay out the ass for parking, sit down, enjoy Dave, hate Royce, get in car, fight traffic to get home, do laundry, find my sledgehammer, go to bed.

I miss You.

Gnutella is a giant ball of hair clogging the Internet drainage pipes. I want FastTrack for Linux, please. Actually, I really just want AudioGalaxy back, but I know that isn’t going to happen.

I don’t know how I possibly forgot, but I’m going to see Dave Matthews tonight.

I just talked to Amanda. Since em_me couldn’t make it down in time, Royce (the drug lord), Amanda’s boyfriend, is going in her place. My brother and Julie are going as well, though they are not sitting with us as Amanda bought our tickets at a different time then they bought theirs. I wish they would have gotten them together, but oh well.

The doors open at 7:00pm. I’m meeting Amanda at 6:30pm, because finding her outside of the American Airlines Center would be near impossible.

Going to get Lunch with the guys at RH&B.