Lifter of Heavy Things

The phone still hasn't rung yet, but it's not the weekend, so that doesn't surprise me in the least.

Actually, that's not completely true. My phone has rung for business reasons, but not the ones I'd expected. That's yet another thing I can't talk about though… sorry. As soon as I can, I will.

I did some physical labor today, which was kind of fun. I moved a table for a friend, and it was good to get out and lift something more than pixels. And I got to have lunch with my friends Charlotte and Dwayne. It was a good conversation all around, and not only did I get to spend some quality, non-convention time with my friends, but I also left feeling retroactively better about my Tuesday meeting.

This evening, to get out of Eugene's house and hair (which, let me make clear has so not been a problem, I just wanted to make sure it stayed not a problem) I borrowed his car and went to Amoeba Music. Since I'd just been there a couple of weeks ago, I managed to keep well under my normal $100 hit.

In case you're wondering, I bought two Celtic Woman CDs, Chicago's first Greatest Hits, Roxette's first album, the Veronica Mars soundtrack, SheDaisy's Fortune Teller's Melody, Robert Downey Jr.'s The Futurist, Heuy Lewis and the News' Greatest Hits, Steve Winwood's Back in the High Life Again (yes, I'm buying my teen years back… thank God they didn't have that Tiffany album), and Angels and Airwave's We Don't Need to Whisper since my friend Sean recommended them on his blog.

I also managed to get a Slurpee. For some reason, the greater Cleveland area has run off all the 7-11's, so road trips like this are when I can get my sugary frozen concoction fix. Yay!

Now I'm winding down my day, watching the news. It rained a little bit today, and that seems to big Big Important News here. The Midwest is getting pounded by mammoth rainstorms, but it sprinkled in Burbank, and that gets the attention.

Oh, and I finished up my portion of Buzzboy. You'll see them littered in this post, too. Click and embiggen!