Sore As A Whore With Four On The Floor...

Fock!

Pain is the word of the day.

It only took Charlie, Hillary and I about 4 hours to move all of the big stuff on Friday but the soreness feels like it could last four days! God, I need to be in better shape for only being 32.

With the arrival of an extra bedroom at the new apartment, Mission Control has been resurrected in what’s to be called the new office! The PC with all its goodies, a comfy sofa, a television (football on right now), guitar amp, guitars, a small refrigerator, and a crapper, what more could you want? Indeed. Life has gotten a lot better since the move and it’s only been two days. Hell, we only moved about two miles down the road but the difference in the two places feels like two different cities. The flood damage from the upstairs apartment, our reason for moving, was just too much to handle and this brand-new place seems like a godsend. It’s nice to wake up and be able to forget what the smell of molding walls and wood is like.

I pretty much have the entire week off to slowly settle in.

Ahh… life is good.

Today's pick of the litter: http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer

Lp.