Ok, I probably spelled that wrong, and all Star Wars fanatics will burn me at the stake. But I'm too tired to look it up and correct myself. Self-justification over.

you be Starsky and I'll be....Hutch
A 'friend' of mine and I have been exchanging highly confusing and secretive emails since yesterday. The plot thickens like some bad potato stew but I hate this sort of thing. I thought we outgrew the he said, she said business in highschool. But, apparently not. Apparently, this sort of behaviour just continues on into our middle aged years.

And that just pisses me off, because I was under the impression we got smarter as time went by.

I'll memorise subversive literature...
Switch. Moving into the studio on Tuesday. I'll be spending the rest of the week painting like a mad person and settling things in. I can't imagine what things will look like, but I hope it works out ok. I'm looking forward to having my own space. And the availability of gin and tonics with live music so close by, is a big plus too.

I bought 4 towels and a shower curtain today. It's the first time in months that I've bought household accessories. Was a little bit gratifying.

And now, I'm just going to lay around in my underwear and watch Star Wars until I fall asleep. Oh, and I bought the new Sony Alpha a few days ago but I can't play with it because the store forgot to put the battery pack in the box. It's a spiffy camera. Like love in a box.


Radio Bomb - The Matthew Good Band