Musings

Cute receptionist at gym thought my name was Louis. Oh well. She's nice. I wish there was a way to figure out what she really thinks of me. She did promise to remember my name next time... will hold her up to that. 

Day 2 of workshop was very filling. I was burnt out by the last hour or so. Day 3 tomorrow and after Day 3 it's Day 4 and then, I wait for the check to come in the mail. WOOO!

At the workshop we kept talking about the word "outsider" so I had the Chumbawumba song, "Outsider" stuck in my head all day. It was kinda cool but then I remembered the Chumbawumba CD is upstairs in the attic. The stepladder to the attic has one broken hinge/support and I'm a big fella so I feel this is a recipe for disaster. 

Strung Out, the band, is growing on me. I have Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues and at first it was meh but it begins to latch on and gnaw without submitting until you dig it. Cool stuff. Very hectic pace.