Lights Go Down

Lately there have been things that happen or conversations that occur that make me say, “I am totally writing an entry about that tomorrow.” And then the next day I’m sitting here thinking what in the hell was I going to write about, again? and I can never remember. I think it’s time I dug out my little bitty notebook and started toting it around again.

We got DSL at our house and Dad and Mom and I started to set it up last night and, of course, it doesn’t work. We spent about two hours on the phone with tech support instructing us to shimmy under the desk, plug in things, unplug things, go check other lines, and so on until they finally determined that it was a problem on their end. The support guy was good about it and we’re not mad. It’s just that nothing in our house, ever, will allow itself to just be plugged in and work.

Anyway. I have a confession to make.

I’m sure I’ve written in here before that I think Achtung Baby is a better album than The Joshua Tree. I’ve held that opinion for some time, and have argued about or discussed it with lots of people, most of whom disagreed.

But I’ve been listening to The Joshua Tree this week in the car, and I may be changing my mind. I’m not sure, though. Maybe I’m changing. Maybe it’s just because I haven’t listened to Achtung Baby in a while, and spending the week with The Joshua Tree has made me want to like it more.

Man. I shouldn’t be writing here. I have two pieces of copy due by five that I haven’t even begun yet, and I’m continuing to procrastinate because I can’t come up with anything I like.

And I’m grouchy and I don’t like anything and my assistant is wearing a banana clip in her hair, which normally would make me laugh but today just annoys me, and I’m gonna have “Red Hill Mining Town” stuck in my head all day, which isn’t so bad, come to think of it.