Rockers,

So, one of the main joys of being a very broke aspriring rock star is that you get to have a menial job that is well below you but that is to afraid of you quitting to bitch too much when you go on tour.

Now, I know I've discussed my menial job many times in the past: crotchety boss, underutilization of skills, unnecessary demands on my important morning sleep time etc. But I still thought I'd give you an update today because...well...I really have nothing else to write about except this rash I keep getting, and believe me, no one wants to hear about that.

Anyway, currently in my menial job I am typing up a 150 page manuscript that my boss wrote in longhand. Now I know you're all thinking that that isn't so bad, that the manuscript is probably about strippers and candy and that if you sniff the paper it's like pure Columbian white. Unfortunately, this is not true. The paper is about tetraethyllead, a gasoline additive used to make leaded gasoline. One-Hundred-and-Fifty-Pages!, much of it chemical equations. Arg. To paraphrase Mr. Byrne "this is not my beautiful life, this is not my beautiful record company money, this is not my tour bus. Same as it ever was." Oh well.

Oops, gotta go, the Big Dig people are on the phone. They want to see about running part of the project through my formerly useful carpal tunnel.