I broke under the pressure last night and downloaded iTunes. Not that I have an ipod, but I just like having music at my fingertips, even if the temptation to bankrupt myself is going to be to much to take. It was not as bad I thought it was going to be, though I did download a song I haven't heard in a long time and was transported back to the last year I was cool.
This whole internet @ highspeed has been a bit of an adjustment for me. The fact that research can now be conducted at lightning speeds is just awesome! I get so much more done and have more time to look up more things to geek out about. No, I was not the AV dork in highschool but I ran a distant second. Yeah, so I have been all over hell and back on the interwebs, as the kids are calling them these days.
Today, I go back to follow up with the foot doctor to get an accurate assessment of the damage and what the long term prognosis is going to be. Hopefully they can figure some shit out, cause Tuesday was fucking agony, and I'm not talking about a shitty New York band fronted by an evil Keebler elf.
My day started off with a bang, actually more of a thud, or several thuds. Mama Jackass came calling at 8:30 in the AM and while I am normally already at work for an hour and a half on any other given day, it felt like she was knocking at 4:30AM. I hadn't seen nor talked with Mama Jack in awhile and since I wrote her an epistle-length email to no response, I figured I was in trouble. Things are good and she came up to find some stuff left in storage here and take me to breakfast.
While I normally go to breakfast on my own on Thursdays, I was happy to have Mama Jack around for sparkling conversation and good food. After breakfast, we want shopping at Bath & Body, Yankee Candle, and Barnes & Noble...yeah color me a big, dumb, Nancy but I needed soap and smelly candles to help stay anti-bacterial, good smellin' and to help get my groove on.
Me & Mama Jack spoke on many things and the more we talked, the more I realize that my parents are probably the smartest people I know. I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I am probably responsible for most of her gray hairs. She reassured me that this was not the case and that both she and my brother are also somewhat to blame. All of this over iced coffee and french toast, it doesn't get tastier or weirder.
Looking to have some more adventures however, I'm sure the white trash weekend I'm going to have at my cousin's second wedding. Yeah, as an added bonus, I am reading at the service. So it's going to be 1000 degrees, I have to wear a suit, and none of the wt simpletons I am going to be reading before, are going to be dreaming about all the miller high-life and well vodka they can drink. Awesome...
and with that, I'm out.
I hope you all are well.