Getting ready for a new little spud dog is hard work. Did you know that I bought tripe for the first time the other day? A big ol' pack, too. Yuck.
I've also been sleeping in the same bed as a boomerang stuffed toy that will *apparently* be a big hit with the dog because it will smell like me. Rolling over onto a boomerang in the middle of the night can be a bit of a surprise. And that's not code, sickos.
I've been away from the gym for a long time now, and I'm itching to get back into shape. The nice thing about an impending move is that it gives you an excuse to start things off on a fresh slate. Like a muscular, relaxed, organized slate as opposed to a chubby, stressed and chaotic one. We'll see how that goes. I anticipate a slightly asthmatic, perpetually distracted slate, but whatever. I'll take what I can get.
My Better Half is off playing ultimate tonight (HAHAHA, I mean, I support you in your sporty endeavors... kiss kiss) so I'm at home with a bag of organic BBQ chips and a long To Do list. All this makes me want "to do" is take a bath. Maybe if I put it in the list I'll be able to cross it off when I'm done?
I'm playing a gig Friday night at the church where my recording studio is based. There's a big room with beautiful church-y acoustics and man, I am looking forward to it. 7:30 pm at 2 Monk St. in the Glebe, for anyone who wants to stop by. I'll be on first. I think. Come on out!
Speaking of music, this song has taken over my mind.
And that, ladies and gents, is Disjointed Posting 101. Thank you for your time, and drive safe.