Serenity now!

I am really craving the drums right now. Last time I played was on a piece of shit set in Brooklyn, with some douche bags who tried to tell me how to keep a beat. “Listen buddy! Don’t tell me how to keep a beat — I’m no stool.”. The last time I played real drums was over 5 months ago. Damn. I’ll be heading back to Minnesota for the annual Boundary waters trip in a month, and hopefully I’ll have some time to set up the kit, lay down a funky beat, and then pack it all up again. Sigh. I used to bitch about paying $230/month for a hole in the wall “studio” in Minneapolis, but really, I had a pretty sweet deal. Renting a similar thing here would cost 3 times that.

Speaking of money. After one paycheck, I am out of credit card debt! Boom! Here’s my crack at tempting fate: Remember when I was excited like this in the past, and in return you made my car break down, putting me back in debt? What ‘cha gonna do now when I don’t have a car, eh? Get my bike stolen? I don’t have a bike, either, sucker!

I reached the point last Friday where I was actually enjoying work, a lot. I mean, it was Friday, and I actually worked all day! That is unheard of. Usually, I’d say I only get major work done on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. You’re witnessing Monday’s work day right now, and Fridays are similar. Except last Friday, which marks it unusual. I’ll refrain from going into the nerdy details of why I liked it so much, and I’ll also refrain from stepping into the realm of super-dorkdum by comparing the series of SQL updates I’ve been doing lately to a Soduku puzzle. That would be lame.

So things are pretty good, here in NYC. I am AMPED about this upcoming Boundary Waters trip. Currently I’m fretting over footwear, as the famous green rubber boots are no longer due to an unfortunate rat shitting incident in Mark’s garage. They cut up my feet, anyhow. Now I’m in the market for some hiking type boots that dry quickly, possibly with some interesting sounding waterproof socks.

Anyway, this trip should be extra tasty crispy, due to the fact that I’m wilderness deprived, being in concrete jungle land for the past half year. I might just die in shock when faced with the extreme serenity and silence that the boundary waters is sure to supply. Serenity now!!! Serenity now!!!