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I’m in hell. Actually, I’m just in my cubicle having my ears subjected to the day-long cascade of drivel from on the other side of the wall. Shoot me. I talk a lot, but never just to hear myself talk—for example, these jackasses spent a good half hour talking about the nozzle spray on their respective irons.

I digress.

Oh, and please for the love of god don’t start sentences with the phrase, “one time…”

I went to the Knitting Factory last night to see the band The Album Leaf. I showed up early enough to catch the opening acts and the first—The Movies—(nice, typical adolescent name for a band) was forgettable. The second act though was quite good. Nothing particularly ground-breaking or original, but Sea Ray 7 do their thing quite well and were very enjoyable.

The Album Leaf were great. The show was a melodic symphony of melancholy instrumentals and minimalist beats. If you like sigur ros, more mellow bjork, radiohead or even boards of canada then you should check these peeps out. Who new San Diego could turn out something that didn’t sound like everything else? Speaking of San Diego, I hate it.

I must have a weak constitution because this job has hardened me terribly. I have less tolerance for people than ever. Having to listen to these idiots all day long has driven me mad. My only hope is that after it is over I can return to my angelic, compassionate and patient self. This job would be the perfect Southwest Airlines commercial.

If all goes according to plan, hopefully I spend the first part of August in CA—I’m looking forward to getting on a plane and going somewhere, anywhere.

I am going to go die now, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.