I'm pretty pumped. I have one room really left to unpack (Oh you shut up...I know it's been 3 months since I moved). But it's the room that I will quite likely spend the most time in when it's all set up and dialed in. So, I forced myself to wait on it so I could get the rest of the apartment set up to my liking. And by to my liking, I mean, where shit fits.
But the room I'm pumped about is my office/studio. Once it's all set up, I'll be a creating fool (because you know...I'm only creative in one room of an abode...or something like that).
The album pictured is the debut album by Alabama Shakes, "Boys and Girls." I got it on iTunes when it came out and then picked this up at the concert last week. If you haven't heard it...do yourself a favor...get it. It's amazeballs. Or you can just wait until I get my turntable unpacked this weekend and come over and check it out at my place. I'm sure it's going to be in heavy rotation.
Speaking of rotation. Fuck my knee. Seriously. I want it to be healthy so I can get back in to kickboxing and Hap Ki Do. It's been nearly a month since I've been to class and it's driving me bonkers. I'm really hoping for some good news on Thursday when I see the doc for my annual physical that I haven't had in 2 years. I'm actually kind of excited for that. She hasn't seen me in 2 years. Last time she did, I was just over or slightly under 300lbs and still kinda of my old FatTodd self. So...we'll see if she even recognizes me (aside from not having been there for 2 years, that is).
It kind of raisins my brain bucket to think of having these random streams of (I barely feel comfortable calling them) thoughts flowing from my brain to the keyboard to here. And that someone actually reads them. Heck, I don't even go back and read them. Except maybe the posts about the Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp...or the LMFAO saving my life thing. But in general, this is a clearing house. I gotta get this crap out of my head so the important thoughts (hey...you shut up, it could happen!!) have room to percolate and get ready to make their debut.
I'm not going to lie. My goal of trying to do more writing has caused me to seriously neglect my SongPop opponents. I may have to make some time for that soon.
And mac and cheese.
Because who the heck doesn't like mac and cheese? Especially Kraft macaroni and cheese with the nuclear orange powder which through some kind of weird processed food alchemy turns in to cheese. Or at least a watery orange paste that tastes like it could have been cheese...once.
And as it happens, it seems, we are all too quickly at the end of my lunch break (it's ok, you can breathe a sigh of relief...the inane ramblings are done for now. I promise that maybe tomorrow we'll try to get all deep and meaningful. Or maybe I'll post that new fart joke I've been working on.
PS...in other news. There's only one ant left in the ant farm, and I'm pretty sure he's not long for this world.