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I have learned something.  I used to complain about getting gray hair already.  In reality, I guess that’s not so bad.  Kind of distinguished, you know?  And if I’m going gray in my early 20’s, that means I’ll never lose my hair.  At least that’s what I’ll tell myself.  But you know what I have decided is a bigger bitch about growing old?  Shaving.

When I was a freshman in highschool, facial hair was awesome.  I was one of two guys that was able to grow honest, real hair that wasn’t just peachfuzz.  Granted, it took a couple weeks to fill in, and even then, I looked like a 14 year old that was growing in what facial hair he could to be cool (ironic, since that’s what I was, sadly, and I don’t think I ever really succeeded).  But that’s the thing, it was a slow process.  These days I can’t even go two days without shaving.  It’s just a constant, unceasing responsibility now.  As I sit here, I look scruffy because I haven’t shaved since Friday.  I should have this morning, but I was lazy.  But by tonight, if I have any regard for how I look in public, I’ll be shaving.  It’s silly, I know, but it occured to me when I was watching The Patriot, and I noticed how baby’s ass smooth Heath Ledger’s face was, and I found it completely unrealistic.  I couldn’t stay that clean shaven on a day to day basis unless I carried an electric razor with me and used it regularly.  I’ll just start growing a wild, Mel Gibson beard, since I’m just as crazy as him.  I think I could get away with it, what do you think?

Well, I have finally, officially, sold my old car.  I have cash in hand, and title signed over.  A relief, to be sure.  I hated having that thing hanging around.  Never even had to list it in the paper.  Basically the first guy that looked at it bought it.  I have really good luck selling vehicles out of that yard.

I need caffeine.

I cleaned the piss out of my shower yesterday.  No, no, not literally, I mean I scrubbed the hell out of it, also not literally.  My drains are slow because I keep forgeting to call Roto-Rooter to clean all of the disgusting Pittsburg essence out of the pipes, which caused my drains to move so slow, that like sediment built up in my tub.  It was not a pretty sight.  Anyway, it was a pain in the butt, but I got on that sumuhnabitch with a scrubby…thing…and some Scrubbing Bubbles, and now it’s sparkly clean again.  And by god I will call Roto-Rooter today.  The worst part is that I can’t just let my washer drain normally.  If I do, it will back up on to the floor.  I have to stand there on the drain cycles and let it drain, open the top, let it drain, open the top, and I do that for like 5 minutes so that I can get the water out safely.  Yarrr.

Yeah, I need caffeine.

28.34.  The magic number for today.  I am pleased with it well enough.  Of course, I’m probably one of the only people who can find a way to make a trip out to Foxtown and back take almost thirty miles.  I am, of course, talking about biking.  Today just felt like a good day to get out and see what I had after all winter.  While the distance was good, the average speed, which we won’t speak of beyond this point, left much to be desired.  So for now I think I’ll be working on that.  Anyone can ride distance, but doing it at a pace that’s respectable is another matter.  I managed to get a bit of sun too.  Why I didn’t use sunscreen, not really something I can explain logically.  It’s not bad though, just some red arms.  It’ll be good for me.

Speaking of Foxtown, I’m going out for the second show in two weeks there.  The Lonely is playing tonight.  A friend of mine is their bassist.  I probably wouldn’t bother if it weren’t for that though.  I dunno, we’ll see if they’re any good.  Techno-rock isn’t the top of my genre favorites, but sometimes the mood is right.  If nothing else, I’m out of the house though, so regardless, could be worse.  Just hoping the rain holds off and blows past.  Naturally I washed my car last night.  Oh well.

So yesterday I get off work. I’m tired. I get home, sit down, promptly start falling asleep. By 6:30 I’ve gotten into bed and proceed to sleep until sometime around nine. I get up for an hour or so, go back to sleep, and am TKO’d till morning. Today. Same thing practically, though not quite as tired. It’s 8, and I’ve been asleep for better than the past two hours. Nothing in my lifestyle has changed recently, all of the sudden I just can’t seem to keep my energy together. I’ll be in bed around 10 probably.

So…catching up…see, it’s hard to think when my brain is worn out, heh. I turned in an app for a job in Iola. I’m still not sure a job in Iola would be a step in the direction I want to go. You know…there’s just nothing there. Not only that, but there’s nothing nearby either, that’s the real kicker.

Okay, that’s seriously all I can think of to put together coherently for now.

Oh wait, last thing. Some news pics will be coming soon because I finally invested in a new digital camera. I think it might get here Saturday. Woot!