A woman's scent Pretty crummy day at work, it was. Additionally, I had a helluva time getting up this morning. And I went to bed about 08:30 or something like that, even. And additionally, I did a really lousy job of shaving in the shower. This shaving of the head isn't all that it's hyped up to be, y'know? It requires some coordination, and at 06:00, I'm not really qualified coordination-wise. On the plus side, though, I very seldom cut myself. I just miss places, ;laces that I can't really feel the stubble that I've missed, so I usually take a look in the mirror after I'm done so I can do repairs. Well, looking in the mirror at 06:05 in the AM? Not my forte, either. Anyways, I got to work at 08:00, and my 07:00 swap-buddy (works opposites weeks coming in early with me) said that he was leaving. I did think that he smelled funny, and he told me that he was having diarrhea, and that his wife had already brought him another pair of pants and underwear. And the day pretty went downhill from there. Wasn't really too busy, but being short makes everything much harder, of course. At one time, I left to do a biopsy (which was cancelled) and when I came back they were four patients behind. And that's kinda the way the day went. However, about 15:30, things were looking good, and I thought, what the hell, I wanna get out of here, so I did. Came home and started working with some audio software and and got everything working well, learned some stuff anyways. If I really knew anything about music... but I don't, yet. I'm getting there, though. It's hard, a lot harder than I expected it would be, or maybe I'm just trying to learn too much. Last week I learned how to form both augmented and diminished chords, man, they are neat, especially for the kind of music that I want to do. Once I get them down on the keyboard, I want to learn them on the guitar, which will be something else altogether. I really hAve no ambitions of becoming a *real* musician, there is certainly not enough time left in my life for that, but I do want to be able to understand music, to better appreciate it. And it feels good to make music, no matter how poorly I do it. 21:00... And I made it through the day, but after work I just had to stop and get some cigars, dammit. 23:02... And now it's *way* too late for me to be up, dammit. Tomorrow... tomorrow I'm going to say something significant. That's always my dream, of course.
Pleasure fantasy, promising naught
But still, a nice dream.
Karen and I went out to the Timberline Steak House, and I was fairly impressed. Melanie gave me a gift cirtificate a coupla months ago for helping her with her machine, and I finally used it!.
Finally completed the taxes, and we owe less than five grand. Kinda surprised me, I figgered it'd be like ten at least. Not that I'm happy about paying taxes or anything, but I knew that we were going to take a hit when Karen retired.