why I love canadian musicians

You follow some link off their website and write to them to say that you're sorry you can't make it to their show tonight for a variety of reasons like quitting smoking and being broke but you hope that Saskatoon treats them well and have a good show etc., and they write back saying "thanks! I love it here and how are you and next time I'm here you should play bass with me". Oh wait, that didn't really happen. Oh yeah wait, yes it did. Sometimes my life really amuses me.

Day 6 of not smoking. I hit a hump and passed it, and during that hump I smoked 1/2 a cigarette and woke up the next morning so pissed off at myself. That was day 4. I'm insanely proud of myself for going "out" last night to my friends' house and drinking and playing cards and not smoking at all, not even really thinking about it. But they're both non-smokers so it makes it so much easier. I did 5 hours of yardwork yesterday and got the year's first sunburn. And I'm still trying to figure out what to do with the patch of thistle that I want to turn into a garden - it's like that old campfire song ~ "can't go under it, can't go around it, can't go over it, got to go THROUGH it!". This thing is like 15 feet by 8 feet by 4 feet tall (including huge roots), and dense like George Bush. Jenn is trying to convince me to burn it down, but the idea of a yard fire right next to my fence and 12 feet from the house is not really sitting well yet. We'll see.