Get going, get Erik off and Dianna to work, then drive back here...figure, what the Hell, I'm up and out, go ahead and get the grocery shopping done that I need to do. In, out, home and done by 8:20, feeling pretty damn good about that. If there's one thing I don't do when I'm shopping alone, it's dilly-dally. Get yer cart outta m'way, big guy comin' though. Speaking of which, need to do laundry today...and gotta get Di early, so she can get to her doc appointment, clear on the other fucking side of Portland, and then come home...hopefully, we miss rush hour traffic. Think I'll take some of the stack of comics I need to read with me.
You know, when your ass is letting off foghorn blasts of warning, it's a sign that it's trying to keep the ship of your comfort from crashing against the rocks and reefs of rancid fecal insanity. Christ, what did I eat last night?
I think I'm-a start a new little daily thing here at the blog o' madness. I considered making a new journal for it...but why? This is a perfectly good place. Anyway, gonna refer to it as "Rock'N'Roll Wisdom", small snippets of lyric that make great rules of thumb. Read it, tell your friends, make me famous, dammit.
Onward and...well, somewhere.