trimming the fat.

i'm lopping off whole albums, off of my iPod. i want to get back "there." you know? do people read this shit? i feel as though i have spread myself too thin with as many blogs as i have.

i need to get home soon and get some damn exercise. i'm surviving. work is burying me, i feel like i'm spinning my wheels. i need to get through this winter. after that, everything is easy. i think.

the fall.

i had a couple of days off- and it was everything i hoped it could be. we went to chicago, and i spent too much money. also, my GFF got some ink done on her arm. it looks awesome and i'm jealous.

work has me bummed lately, i want something else. something where i don't have to deal with lazy old people who don't give a fuck about computers or the fact that i have a lot of other stuff going on and that i'd rather eat my own eyeballs than to hold their hand and place their order.

my podcasting setup is pretty official at this point- and i hope to be recording this sunday with some friends. any other plans may be kind of up in the air-since Heather's car is in the shop. luckily i live near a co-worker, otherwise i'd be SOL. i think about how if i was in pdx, this would be a non-issue. sigh.

hopefully, i can sweet talk carl into picking me up from work tomorrow. i'm editing an old podcast that i recorded with some guys quite a while ago. i was plastered, and i don't remember saying any of this stuff i'm hearing right now. wow.