The Day 4

First of all, let me just say that my roommate Hans is asleep on the couch next to me, and he is really snoring up a storm! There are noises occurring that I did not know exist! It has some sort of hypnotic effect on the cat though.

Anyways, as I mentioned like 8 hours ago, I am trying to quit smoking, and today will hopefully be my 4th day in a row without a cigarette. I've tried quitting smoking several times before, and The Day 4 is always the roughest. I don't know if maybe the addiction is punching every nerve on its way out or that my body is saying "Seriously?!? No more fucking cigarettes?!? You SUCK!" but either way, I'm always extremely agitated, grumpy, and basically insane on Day 4.

It's probably the closest I'll ever come to having PMS, unless the future is like the movie "Junior," because if it is, that means guys will be able to get pregnant, which probably means we'll have vaginas, which probably means we'll get PMS. And even if it doesn't happen to every man in the future and is only like an experiment or something, I'll still be getting PMS because I will totally try pregnancy in the vain hope that I give birth to a big sandwich and a bottle of soda like on that episode of "The Cosby Show."

So yeah, I'm just starting my Day 4, and looking at my schedule for today, and am pretty much getting ready to just go ahead and start carving my eyes out now, because it's a doozy! First off, I have a callback for a commercial audition, which is great, but basically means that I'm gonna go in there and the casting people will make me do the same role I did yesterday, only in a way different than what they liked yesterday, and then they'll watch it later and not like it and not call me back. So that's how that works. Then I have to call the Whitest Kids' accountant, who I think is not only bothered by the fact that I go by "Timmy," but that the troupe's official business name is "Whitest Kids Business Company International Conglomerate, LLC." That's the name on my paychecks, and I think my bank is scared of me too. Ah well.

So after that, I have to go convince this grumpy Polish landlord that I do have enough money coming in from WKBCICLLC to rent his apartment, and it's probably not gonna turn out well.
Then I'll go meet up with this other broker lady and look at like 5 apartments with her, then I'll come back home, listen to the snoring again, and tear my hair out!

Ta-ta! See you on the other side!

P.S. Speaking of things that annoy me, I also I had to do MATH for the first time in 6 months the other day. I had to count the (small) amount of cash and sales we had from our merchandise while on tour. It's very humbling to look at 9 CDs sold in one day and say "Wow! Pretty good!" while Flogging Molly is selling like 500 shirts and 200 CDs every day. Maybe we should say we're Irish too.