Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Jean-Luc Picard

I finished nailing up the 4'x8' that I put up on the ceiling in the garage. I can see the end of the project coming, not any time soon, but I see it. I just need to rip down some more drywall, put in some more foundation bolts, install the sheerwall, and then have someone drywall it.

While I was nailing, I also repaired the small holes (apparently created after years of dry rot, by animals, for animal access) at the bottom of our garage door, and trimmed the kiwi vine in the back yard. While trimming, I broke a light bulb on an outdoor lamp that doesn't work anyway. But I'm going out there to remove it because I don't want glass falling onto the picnic table when the wind blows.

And hurray, this is the week when I didn't have to go to the store to buy more Ineffective Supplements. I don't go to the expensive and rather nosy GNC anymore because I have found that I can get everything at the local supermarket and/or drug store. Cheaper. With less nosiness.

I woke up at 5:22 to a bright sunny afternoon, thought it was tomrrow, checked my watch, which told me the truth, still thought it was tomorrow. Felt awful. Coped for a while. Got my boy some juice. Moved the sprinkler. Went for a walk around the block, listening to the iPod, Lords of Acid and a light sprint finally woke me up, listened to the Replacements then:

Well give your ID card to the border guard.
Now your alias says that you're
Jean-Luc Picard
of the United Federation of Planets,
'cause he won't speak English anyway.

Everybody knows
that the world is full of stupid people,
so meet me at the mission at midnight,
we'll divvy a beer.

Well I got the pistol,
so I'll keep the pesos.
Yeah, that seems fair...

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