I like to turn my long weekends into something like mini-Summers. Do things I used to do during summer times as a kid. Hang about. Play games. Run around outside.
It's weird, when I'm not at work, it almost feels like work is just a memory from long ago. As I'm laying around at home, I can barely remember the times I spend sitting in my cubicle. My subconscious just blocks all that out. Sort of convenient.
This weekend was good because I think I found the album that's taken the early lead as my album of the year. And that's not just some sucker saying that, it's me. Granted, I'm incredibly pretentious in my tastes, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.
The Antlers -
Hospice. This album is really good and just straight up powerful as well.
I'm planning my ACL Festival going this year. I haven't bought tickets yet, but I did request a day off for it. I figure if 19 of the bands have been in my iPod in the past year, it's my duty to go. I'll probably try to buy tickets right before the event off some
smackhead who realized they can't afford it.
Here are some urges that I have to often use all my powers to quell:
1) Bopping bald people on the head. When I see a bald guy, I just want to swing my arm ala Moe from Three Stooges and konk them on the head. It seems like it would be fun.
2) Smashing people's blue tooth earpieces. I just want to grab them, throw them on the ground, and stomp them.
3) Punch people in their pot bellies. Self explantory.
I just have to get through 3 days of work this week. Then maybe 30 more years if I play my cards right.
Reading
The Brothers Karamazov now. Looks like I'm in for a treat.
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