I'm on my second martini. I'm listening to the songs I downloaded from Itunes. You don't understand how upset I am about Pandora being shut down. They were informing me on so many artists that I had no idea existed. Pandora (god bless those guys) kept the songs that I "thumbs upped" and I took the list and went looking for the tunes on Itunes. Most of them weren't available. (There's something wrong with that. I'm sitting here with cash on hand to purchase, but no, for whatever reason I can't. The music industry is what happens when capitalism goes wrong.) How can they not want my money? It's gotta be the middlemen who are the fly in the ointment. Damn middlemen. I shall never be one, that's a promise.
I never write posts inebriated.Yet here I am doing it. A rare glimpse into the alcoholisation of my brain. Spouse is sitting next to me, working furiously, under enormous stress, so I can't disturb him. He's sashaying in his chair to the music I downloaded though, so happiness reigns. I wonder in the clear yet foggy light of morning if I will have the balls, cojones, nuts, boules to post this. I'd give it a 50/50 shot from this vantage point, lol.
Tomorrow I finish my spring contracts. I guess tomorrow is today if I post this. What this means is that I now have 4 hours of work per week for the next 11 weeks. I'm trying to hide it from spouse. If he sees me loafing constantly, he will be resentful. But loaf I shall. I'm reading Angels and Demons now and the 4th Harry Potter should be in my grubby little hands this weekend. I've set my sights on knitting booties and biking, so those activities should be forthcoming.
What else. Life is dullish. No big news tragedies to pontificate on, unless you count the passing of Charles Nelson Reilly. He was fun wasn't he? Gone like we all will be. I finished the 5 people you meet in heaven. Pfft. I could have written that. I felt like each "lesson" was old news. Nice try, but my life experience has informed me better. I should write a fucking book like that, or like Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintenance. But I have no credentials. You can't write a self help book without credentials. All I've got are my experiences (like everyone else) but no middlemen to vouch for me, lol.
Okay, spouse is getting crankified. Apparently it's almost time for dinner. Another apparency seems to be that I will prepare it. Good thing I defrosted chicken breasts. Now what to do with them. I think I"ll go the shake n bake route. Mwah!