Well well well, so much to talk about. Firstly and most importantly, our days in the basement are numbered, to 5 in fact. Yep, it?s true, we?re moving out. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Ok well the 6th floor. But at least it?s above ground. And most importantly it will allow me to finally fulfill my dream of being able to ?buzz? visitors into the building. No more walking people out after dinner and I?m loaded, no more running to answer the door and going down stairs to unlock the front door. I?m gonna be all Signfield and just unlatch the door to the apartment.
Thankfully good ole seaneke will be around to help with the move, it doesn?t really seem like a move with out sean, I think he?s been in on 3 of my last 4 moves, I?ve helped him 2 or 3 times. It?s some sort of ritual at this point. I?m sure you?re all wondering??what the hell? How can you afford an apartment?did you get a job??
The answer is NO of course not, are you crazy? The job-o-meter is at code yellow, which is heighten job opportunity chatter or uncorroborated talk of a future position. Hopefully, I?ll be elevating it up to orange (undocumented job offer and/or promises) in the near future, but it looks like I?ll have to wait till December for that one. The goal, of course is level red (papers signed awaiting first pay check?remember not even a piece of paper is solid enough to be considered a real job). We?re gonna have to tighten the belt a bit more to pay the rent, but in the long run it?s better than me going postal and killing someone because my cat gets locked out of the house or something?
On Tuesday, warren, natty, sean and I are going to see a rock and/or roll show in DC. It?ll be my first show in years and years. I?m a bit nervous. I think I?ve decided that I don?t like music that is put out by performers that are younger than I am, well, maybe not liking is strong-perhaps uncomfortable is a better way of phrasing it. I feel as if I?m trying to be ?hip? or something. Hmm, I just getting old.