In which I do almost nothing at all.

Long weekend, y’all.

I didn’t do much, though – I had a rousing several days worth of Cramps From Hell™ followed by a head cold. Friday we didn’t go to Misty’s b-day gathering at the bar, damn it, and Saturday night I stayed home while B. went out bowling with Truck and Bowling Jesus. He brought the party home afterward, and I felt so utterly clapped out that I actually went to bed even though there was a fresh bottle of cheap wine and Tammy and Hattie were there and I’m usually thrilled to have chicks over.

Sunday I went to a House 11 rehearsal and had a really good time. I like that band. I’m starting to get excited about having a New Year’s gig – the band will be running 24 radio spots and getting print ad coverage, so it should be a good turnout. (We’ll be opening for Bambu in the big room at the Worst Bestern, if I haven’t mentioned that already.)

And yawn: over the weekend the battery died in the jeep and I had to put it on the charger. I need to throw some money at my cage, it needs tires as well as a new battery, and probably a tune-up (even though it gets great mileage for a six-banger and I’m kind of afraid to let anyone touch it). Everything I own wants me to spend money on it, I swear: my home computer’s CD burner died so I can’t burn CDs, my digital camera’s flash no longer works, and my washing machine no longer seems interested in actually spinning all the water out of the clothes I put in it.

In other news, I’m listening to this funky little ditty a lot lately: Feels Just Like It Should (it’s Jamiroquai. Prepare to get your head funked off).

Also, my blogroll is totally out of fucking control. If I’m offline for a few days I end up with about four hours of reading. How the hell did this shit happen?