It's pouring here. I can hear it on the roof and when I go into the back room the door where the supply trucks bring things in is open because it's hot, and you can see it. I have to close the door since it's getting cold (about fourty-five. If it weren't raining it wouldn't seem so bad).
I want someone to go to a karaoke bar or something with me and perform Paradise by the Dashboard Light. It's a blast to sing and I am sure it would be more fun with someone else to do the girl's part. But everyone I know don't have the balls to go up on stage and sing. (I know I suck at singing and I'm still willing to do it. I mean, I'm American Idol first round point-and-laugh joke contestant bad.)
Tomorrow I am getting my nails done. No, I am not suddenly vain or even that into good grooming and maintainence. My nails grow at an outrageous rate. I last cut them two weeks ago, and already from cutical to tip on my left ring finger my nail is over and inch long. When I cut them myself I always get too close to the skin and it hurts like hell for a few days, and besides that cutting my nails is one of those little chores I detest. So tomorrow I am going to leave it up to a professional and hope that they don't recoil in horror when they see the horrible shape my far-too-long nails are in.
EDIT: "You Can Still Be Free" by Savage Garden is a Daisuke x Satoshi song. Do not argue with me. I am right.