sweet sugar mommy

I haven’t gone running in over a week I think. Either I’ve been working late or it was raining or I was just too tired. Excuses, excuses. I gotta start running.

I think I have some sort of audio addiction or something. I’ve been obsessed with building audio thingys whether it be building headphone amps or changing the guts of my CD player or making new audio cables. It’s like I’m trying to find musical nirvana by squeezing the last bit of sound from the CD. And it’s probably driving me crazy. Sorta like I can’t see the forest for the trees.

I’ve got an itch to buy a new CD player, and another one to buy a tube pre-amp kit, and another to buy new speakers. Crap, it’ll never end. I need to make more money or find me a hot sugar mommy.

I just finished Across the Nightingale Floor by Lian Hearn. There was brutal violence but not enough sex. The two go hand in hand don’tchaknow. Yes, I need to satisfy my repressed adolescent yearnings for sex and violence once in a while.

So the past few weekends people have been calling me over to their houses for my handyman services. In exchange for fixing a toilet or installing a kitchen sink, I get a free dinner. It’s like, call acksee when it’s home improvement time. The thing is, I’m not even remotely interested in any of that home improvement crap. It’s like that toilet better be spewing shit before I start pulling out the wrenches. Now if only there was a hot shurga mamma who needed some work done. I could fix HER plumbing and maybe get some new speakers out of it.

The new car issue keeps popping up. My little Honda just passed the 8-year 150,000km mark. She’s still running fine but I’ve got another itch to get some new wheels. But there is nothing that I really like on the market right now and of course the ones I do like are beyond my meager means.

Life is just blah. I think I’ll go home early (6:00PM is early), take a dump (in case you wanted to know), and go for a run (that’s the plan but I’ll probably end up not going).