death cab for cutie has a new album — plans — and i have listened to it non-stop all day. it is the aural equivilent of rolling in daises on a crisp spring day while wearing brand new keds just after someone told you that you must be losing weight. there are about five thousands new cds i want to download on itunes right now, but jeannie and i are on a bit of a spending freeze.
it has been a very good, but very intense week. we’ve had two different house guests since sunday night (one i forgot was coming, which really scored points with my wife!), and a third one last night (our kids had to sleep on the floor in our bedroom!). we’ve had lots of long and intense meetings, which have been great. but i’m tired and fried. tic came into my office this afternoon and was trying to explain something to me, and i kept noticing that my eyes were crossing!
i stayed up too late one night going to see forty year-old virgin with my two house guests. laughed my head off. then, today, after a long meeting, me and another guy cut out to go see transporter 2. it’s always restful for my brain to watch ridiculously impossible car stunts.
i had one of the best petit filet mignons of my life last night at a new restaurant in san diego called island prime. i ordered it with wild mushroom butter on it.