The first half of the ever-irrating trip to W.C. was a literal zig zag across Rt 17 as I played with my Ipod.
Some songs that are so spectacular they give me the chills -
- Jeff Buckley's - Hallelujah
- U2 - Where the Streets Have No Name
- Gary Jules - Mad World
- Concrete Blonde - Everybody Knows
- Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter
- Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run
- Elvis Costell0 - She
My level of exhaustion is becoming apparent. Bags under the eyes. Yesterday I tried to put the watermelon I was chopping into the skillet where I had steaks cooking. Before my hand dropped the bits of melon, I came to.
Still no smoking - 3 weeks, 2 days.
Peter seems to be enjoying camp. When I picked him up yesterday, he looked as if he rolled out the woods - absolutely filthy.
Finally managed to get an eyebrow wax and a pedicure yesterday. I was in rough shape. Next, hopefully I can find time to hit the postal to mail out a few gifts I have for people.
Did see the Devel Wears Prada - pretty good tho entirely different from the book - also Pirates of the Carribean, which I enjoyed.
New restaurants - Ithaca Ale House - lots of delish beers on top, but food not too great. Probably won't go back.
Any new hobbies / activities - currently just the usual - painting, reading (a not very good Mary Higgins Clark book, finished The Devil Wears Prada) , watching film, tending to my plants and garden, going swimming in various wateringholes and waterfalls on the weekends. I am trying to pay more attention to my neglected music collection though.
Peter is getting me into The Chappelle Show. I've tivo'd Footballer's Wives per AZ's suggestion and also Coupling, which I've been fond of. Unfortunatley, I just haven't had time to watch - been working around the clock.
Signing off for now.
2 comments:
So, sounds like you be a dangerous mofo when Ipoddriving.
I'm so proud of you w/ the no smokes, also equally shocked. I can't believe how strong you are.. suprised you ain't benching 300 pds or something.
Dude, postal workers go postal. Don't let the thought make you that way. Ain't no thang, really.. but I also can relate to the anger. I hate the bank.. and I dunno why. Not like I hate money, tellers, ATM's etc - or something.
Working round the clock is bound to make ya nutz tho - give ya self some time hun. lord knows you need it.
dude, i hate the bank too.
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