… one of these kids just isn’t the same…
Oh hell yes. You can guess which one’s being funky right now.
Theres something else with getting the actual music instead of… ahem… downloading and burning CDs, the MP3 of the first song on Mothership Connection is evidently truncated, because the record goes on for an extra 4 minutes or so of makin’ my funk the P-Funk.
Oh yeah, those are my bitchin shoes in there…
So, I brought MastaG’s suitcase over, which he really wanted because it was chock full of toys. I mean, he had clothes too, but that wasn’t the issue. I strangled him a little bit, talked with BJ’s folks for a spell, and headed off to have a night to myself.
Thats a woot, folks.
So, I say “Hmm, AT, lets mosey by the record store and see what they have.”
“OK. But you just bought a lot of records.”
“What are we talking about?”
“Right.”
So to the record store we went (I went, me and my, uh, imagination), and found a couplea White Stripes records, Elephant and De Stijl. Now, both of these guys I’ve been itching to have on vinyl for some time now. Never mind the fact that the records are attractively colored white and red, they’re damn good analog kinda records, and good assed music.
I head over to the checkout to buy em, and…
No wallet.
Because the damn thing was sitting on the bed from when I took out the insurance card to make the appointment (that I finally made after talking to like 5 different people).
Sigh.
So, I moseyed back home, and here I am. Got the wallet, but the records are way and hell back in Knoxville. I drove the Volvo, and listened to Rubber Factory by The Black Keys whilst on the road, and it was a damn enjoyable experience, but not one that I think I’m ready to duplicate.
But darnitall, that record would sound good in my record player…
Hmm…
La la la la la la la la la la la
I don’t have much to say.
The boys just went to the inlaws to spend the night, because they’ve been bored around the house. MastaG forgot his friggin suitcase, so I have to schlep it down to Knoxville when I’m done working.
Which I’m having a really hard time with. See, I talk to people on the phone for a living. Problem is, I’ve found myself damn near unable to communicate on the phone in real life. I hate the phone these days. Where does that leave a body?
I’m not as bad as I was Tuesday, but I’m having a hard day. I’d say it was because the kids are gone, but its not really. I didn’t put on clothes or take a shower (well, I had my Pjs on) until 11. I’d love some more time just doing NOTHING, a week or two, but I don’t think its in the cards. I spent all my free time with family, which was nice, but what I really wanted was quiet time.
Ahh, quiet time. I have it now, except for this damn phone in my ear. Its a slow day at work.
I’m figuring after I take MastaGs suitcase, I’ll make an appointment with a therapist of some kind. I have a feeling that I’m on an up crest, and heading back down.