Okay, I’m in no mood to post, but I can’t leave that feel good crap of my last post just sitting there for people to read. My family and friends will start thinnking I’ve gone soft.
I guess work was good for a Monday. Didn’t wanna drag my butt out of bed this morning. Which means I was runnignb behind and never got my exercises done on my ankle. And here I sit again, puttin them off untill I fall asleep.
Ambition is a wonderful thing. I’ll have to try it someday.
The boss is back from vacation tommorrow and I am trying to decide if that is a good or bad thing.
Speaking of which, if you’re looking for music, my recommendation for this month is a band called Boss Hog. They sort of take Blues, and rip it apart and recombine it as Rock and Punk. Well, that’s as close as I can get to a definition. They’re nowhere near as homogenous as most modern rock. Good shit.
Picked up two books tonight on my way home from work — Brave New World by Aldus Huxley and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. The first was just to fulfill my sick facination with those ‘future gone wrong’ stories ( a la 1984, It Can’t Happen Here, and Farenheit 451. I picked up Fear and Loathing, which was my original intent of the trip, out of a general fascination with the gonzo journalists, especially since I started reading Transmetropolitan.