I spent the first few hours of today watching (or, rather, listening to) Sportscenter, but when I realized I was on like the fourth go 'round, I returned to normalcy and turned the television the fiznuck off.
Anyway, the house is painted. I give myself a B for three rooms and a C-minus for two rooms. Sorry, sis. We might leave at 4am to avoid traffic later tomorrow. Don't know which concept sounds more fun. South of the Border, here I come...
Think it's time to get at least a tiny bit social. Too much time riding solo in the noggin' toboggan has caught up to me. All introversion and no extroversion makes Mike a truly depressed person. This weekend will be good for sure, with Randy back in town. Cookout at Cooke's in Crofton (mad alliteration, yo) on Friday. Then it's time to start attacking sound.
I've written almost an album's worth of songs down here (at least an EP), two of which might be worthwile. Get ready, y'all. EncoprEsis is about to obliterate shit in 2006.
Today's Painting Playlist:
Oasis "Definitely Maybe"
Pedro the Lion "It's Hard to Find a Friend"
Sufjan Stevens "Illinois"
Arcade Fire "Funeral"
Townes Van Zandt "Live at the Old Quarter"