Well, some new demos (almost said demons, Freudian slip?) came in to the managers at CFRC for the Tuesday slot and well, things didn't work in our favour.

So enjoy your sleep Tuesday mornings, enjoy it like crazy.

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Well... we were locked out of the building. Next week then, next week.

If you didn't know already:

Josh and I are starting our radio show - the Tuesday edition of the Indie Wake Up Call in 7 and a half hours (damn, I need to sleep).

Listen from 8-10am @  www.cfrc.ca will ya?

Our humble abode is now internet-ed. More to come

Hello.

Summer is over. I didn't work (save one week and the odd job for my parents) and I didn't do anything monumental or beneficial to my future. I developed a specific TV [personality] obsession and sat around with friends. In other words, four months well spent.

I am packing for a week of solitude (and TRIVIAL PURSUIT) at my cottage. I am packing... with wine. I am tired. I won't be ready in the morning because the wine will put me to sleep and then everyone will be yelling at each other. Maybe I can prevent this.

I'm blasting old mix cds while I clean my room. It's painful.

At long last I am employed. A telemarketing job which I'm sure I'll learn to hate. Now it seems I'll have to put sleep before my darling Daily Show and Colbert Report (which must be watched at the delayed time of 12-1, because of our lack of TV channels). Oh, there will be tapes upon tapes made of the stuff. I will treasure tonight's  "live" ( Read more... )