L. had things to do today and wasn't feeling well last night, So I woke alone around eight. I had cereal with almond milk for breakfast, fed Carmella, shaved and showered, then walked her. Reviewed my work from yesterday. I release at least an mp3 a week. If you're looking for strange sounds and you're not checking here you're missing out.
(End plug). It sucks. It's great. I'll publish the wierder stuff next week. Surk the yhd adds. Call for a vouple of addresses. The one I like that I can afford is in the middle of BFE, I found after cross-referencing three maps. Took Josh's mail. Hoped to catch the B'burgh gang, pick up my RCA to 1/8" adapter, maybe my summer shirts. As if I need them with a sub 30 degree week coming on. But I was really hoping to get that adapter to check out my overpriced speaker system. Tell ya 'bout that? Fell off the back of a truck. Found a comparable brand new one for less. Well, might be comparable, have to hear 'em both. But 'Merka is the land of the scam and NYC is the heart of it. As if I wasn't cynical enough, now I live here. O well, it's what the universe wanted. It's what I wanted. There, there's some warped philosophy! Anyway, no B'burgh buds. Ring doorbell twice. Boohoo. Lost there number, so hour and a half train ride wasted. Not entirely, I'll catch lunch at the gray parrot.
On the way home I see a property. Think, who knows, perhaps the universe provides. Whoah there nelly! The price with which the piece began. Check out the co-op from yhd. Nice building. A lil far from the train and too 'spensive if memory serves. Confirm tomorrow. Go home, make the call that reveals just how unreasonable Caroll Gardens can be. Start this, eat soup, watch movie, feed and walk dog, finish this. Gonna back fill a bit about AZ then Pratchett to sleep.