Back to work

Lunch was great, several of us went to Pei Wei. (one of my favorites) I really didn't want to come back to this mountain of work on my desk. I found an old freebie cd I have from Mojo magazine with tons of old school punk on it, and this is helping me get going.

I wonder if my coworkers down the hall like Chinese rocks? I'm about to find out.

I'm supposed to be making a list of my 100 favorite songs for Michael, trouble is everyone else on the list is a real live writer. It can be a bit intimidating. So far I have about five songs I think. Maybe the single version of the Strokes' Modern Age will make it.

Why are my favorite people so far away? I'd like to cross the path of the black cat once in a while, or swing by Blueberry hill just for fun.