so we still have painters banging on the side of our house every day. this has been going on for what seems like a couple of months now. they were even out last sunday, which completely drove me nuts. sunday morning, i want to sleep in and i have a "painter" ripping the side off of my house at 10am. not my idea of a good start to the day.

we ended up not playing the halloween show. things didn't come together, which is still something of a sore point with me, but whatever. there's always next year.

the girlfriend is back out of town, so i've been moping around the house, missing her. i'll probably see hernext weekend, though, so that's always good.

i'm trying to think of an amusing story, but i'm coming up empty.