Hi kids. Sorry if you’re getting the sense I’m not putting much effort in this week. I’m trying to move and it’s proved a tad bit difficult without the proper…um…large vehicle that can drive a mile up the street while holding large pieces of furniture. So I’m taking baby steps to bring all my little belongings to the new place and I’ll worry about the big stuff at the last minute. That said, it’s occupying a lot of my time. And, you know, I also have a full-time job and a job I’m doing on spec for now, plus marathon training four days a week. So if you’ve noticed a drop-off in quality I apologize.
That said…
Remember last year when I had my endoscopy? It was a year ago today! Congratulations, GI tract, it’s your first year anniversary of the day you met the endoscope. How does that feel, little guy? I know it’s been a tumultuous 12 months filled with more painful episodes (one in November, one in December, one in February and one in August) and a few months of relative ease…but we’ve survived and were pretty much assured we don’t have cancer, so at least we have that going for us.
I’ve been almost entirely pain free since February, by the way, except for one night of torturous pain and vomiting recently, but that incident followed one of the most legendary nights of drinking in my entire life so I’m willing to bet there was some kind of correlation between the drinking and the pain and sickness. Considering this used to be a monthly problem, the fact that it’s no longer a regular occurrence gives me reason to feel better about my condition.
Fuck it, I need to box up my record collection and start moving that out. I don’t have time to be blogging right now. Also, dinner club tonight. Maybe I’ll post some pictures tomorrow.
By the way, I’m pretty sure I’d rather sell my entire record collection than move it ever again. Here’s hoping my new landlord doesn’t decide to sell her property anytime soon. It’s a huge fucking hassle to move all this vinyl. Oh, which reminds me, I need to update my renters insurance so my precious collectables are insured in their new home. Keep your eyes peeled, collector scum. You never know when shit’s going to hit the fan and I’m going to have to part with my collection…
Like my dad used to say when I was younger and watching him collect baseball cards, “It’s for your college education!” Yeah, right. That shit’s all still in his basement in the exact same storage space. And it’s about one-tenth as valuable as it was in the ’80s. Oh well. Nice try, dad. Maybe vinyl will hold it’s value.
Jellyfish – Now She Knows She’s Wrong
Mazzy Star – She’s My Baby
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