Making The Jump Across Shit Creek

Making The Jump Across Shit Creek

A check that I thought would arrive today might make tomorrow more interesting.

Due to the general tone of this evening (an odd mix of tension and fun on my night with Katie, which ended well with us at the library reading very silly children's books) and given an opening of yet another day from the temp agenecy (I'm starting a new job Friday, supposedly) I'm going to see about possibly moving into my new apartment tomorrow instead of Monday. Not sure if it will happen, but I'd like it to, just so I can do something tomorrow besides wander around trying to find a fucking job with my head wanting to explode like I've been doing for over a week now.

So either tomorrow or next Monday, I'll be a (skating away on the financially thin fuckin' ice of a new goddamn day) resident of Lebanon, Ohio. Come visit. I'm hoping on dining regularly at the Golden Lamb (Ohio's oldest inn, had soup and Guinness there last week) on a regular basis, and raiding the nearby courthouse for genealogical material whenever I have a few spare moments.

I'm auditioning for another band next Friday evening. Looking at the set list, it appears to be similar to the band I was in with my recently passed-on friend Jimmy here in the Cincy area last year.

A gig in Marion on Saturday. The last few days have been a haze, not working having a bad effect on my ability to even GIVE A SHIT about anything, but tomorrow just might kick things back into high gear again.

Fuck, I hope so.

I can't afford the extra money on top of rent to do so right now, but I'm feeling a strong urge to be a cat owner again. Katie's delightful two new feline friends are making me feel the need for a furry companion nearby. I love cats. I think I'm pretty much gonna HAVE to name my next one Lucifer Sam, in memory of one of my very favorite Syd songs.

My parents go through cats constantly (because they don't know how to take care of them worth a damn) and sometimes Mom has asked my advice on naming their cats. They just had five kittens (the mother being the kitten of the one that attacked Katie last summer) and I suggested they call them Ed, Fred, Frunobulax, Shithead, and Jm J. Bullock. Why they never take my suggestions seriously, I'll never know.........

Ahh, sweet hops. Time to almost sorta not-actually relax.

Love,
Dougie