I’m supposed to get up at like… oh, I dunno, 9am and shower and proceed working on my
macadamia academic assignment thing, but man. It’s just not feeling like bedtime yet. Sure, my eyelids are like 10 pound weights (and in eyelid weight, that’s like benching a small elephant), but I feel like there’s just so much to catch up on. Like uploading some new photos for once, and linking you to Miklos.ca because we got to try out a 20mm lens his friend Bob graciously allowed him to borrow (all of those pictures are on Miki’s site, none are on mine; sry!). So much fun.
I officially ‘launched’ this blog last week after 2 years, in accordance with the “Who Gives a F&#$ Anymore” law I recently passed with regards to who reads my writing. It was a struggle getting royal assent on that proposition, but once I read it over and gave it some good thought, I quickly decided the timing was right. What with the economy and the dollar sign in its name, et al.
The people would want this.
So guess what. I got a ukulele, as mentioned yesterday. What I did not say was that I decided to premiere it to one of my sisters while she was passed out in her bed, ‘recovering’ from the previous night’s events (I imagine). I stood in the door, in a hunched-over-the-ukulele pose, strumming gently with a big smile plastered on. This went on for about a minute until she began to stir, opened her eyes in a daze, and then mumbled, “oh my god… I thought I was dreaming that.” I gave a big grin, and she roared, “GET OUT!!!!!!” Obediently, I ran out of her room giggling.
It’s my favourite thing I’ve done lately. You know, other than working every weekend.
So welcome, welcome all. I hope you like it.
I’m off to bed. Goodnighty.