Free little toy that will wind up costing me a mint, I'm sure...

I know I'm the last person in the universe to discover it, but Pandora blows my mind.  I just found out about it tonight, and I've fallen in love.  I wanted a good nighttime listen, so I started my station with The Cure.  It's all win. I added Souxie and the Banshees to that station, it's perfect! New bands, old bands, stuff I totally adore, stuff I've never heard of and adore upon hearing it.  Hopefully the honeymoon won't end. I can't wait to explore more genres, tomorrow will be metal and punk, or some wacked out hybrid.  If I could get a little object to play this in my car (that doesn't involve a phone or palmthingy, but more like a Sirius kinda unit) I would unplug the satellite radio and hold a ritual burning.  I've already ran and looked for two albums.  Who knew Debbie Harry and Elvis Costello did a duet?  I'm sure loads of people, but not me.  Well, there's a Jazz Passengers CD on it's way to my house, now.

One Minute Thoughts

I should really keep a little notebook with me, especially at work. I have one minute between "sniffs" so, one minute to sit there and stare at my cuticles and think one minute long thoughts. I come up with the best shit. I should start jotting it down, and get blogging again.

Currently, the mundane shit on my mind at all times involves money, going back to the gym, and that this house really needs a full-on in the corners spring cleaning, like, moving furniture, and replacing rugs. Money because there's a short list of stuff I need and want, and just when I think I've cobbled together the cash, foom, it's gone. I've been saving to get my hard drive installed for over a month, and every week, when I think I've got enough, I have to run out and get groceries, or something else like that, and then I don't. The gym, too. I've been drinking a lot of fine beers, and starving myself to maintain weight. I haven't lost any pounds since early January, but haven't gained either. I also barely eat, so I can make room for weekend beer. Going to the gym would likely allow me to eat better, and still drink, and maybe drop a few more pounds.

The bigger stuff on my mind... Alden, mostly. I don't even want to start blogging about the complicated, yet maddeningly simple set of issues he's facing. Suffice to say, he's going to repeat the 6th grade, and I am going to have to change my parenting style, to match. Whatever I've been doing has been wrong, it seems. It feels like an unfinished thought, but I'm not sure how to even start or continue at this point.