despite my best efforts, ‘chore day’ always takes an entire day. between cooking, cleaning, and shopping, i cannot seem to formulate any shortcuts. not that my routine requires shortcuts. it’s just that i never have time during the week to pull everything together.
but on a lighter note, i am having a second honeymoon with 90s music. the grunge-punker in me still loves pearl jam and soundgarden, but the mild-mannered individual who is trying desperately to emerge is enjoying the breeders and liz phair. splash in a little blind melon and… bam! i’m sixteen again.
at least for the duration of my cardio set.
that’s all you’re getting today, you balding clown. i still have a few articles of clothing to fold, then it’s back to… (groan)… piers plowman.
i’m pretty sure i’m smarter than you by now. how do you like them apples, crap-boy?
paulus ferrum, vir de magna facta