I have nothing good or compelling to say, just another day in the life. I could kind of hear The Police live, in the distance, from my front porch. That was kind of interesting I suppose...
First update in damn near forever. Got back last week from my Scandinavian adventure, re-adjusting to life in the boring USA. I'm all achy after becoming a member of the "push-up club" at work. I have so little upper body strength, at least a lot less than people think I have.
It's freakishly warm today so I can get some painting done outside! There's nothing like killing time on the internet whilst literally waiting for paint to dry.
did all those hirsute moments mean nothing to you?!
Minus the little bit at the end. If he decides to go "I am Morrissey. I will not tour any more! Blahblahblah", I will end lives. No joke.