Everyone and their goddamn mother has a blog these days. Today's discovery? Dave Navarro. Weirdness.
Today has been crazy sorts of busy. Page-long to-do list, items accumulating like mad. But it all got done, was all well-handled, and I'm ready for the gym and a shower and a possible rock concert. And three hours of writing. Gotta get some stuff done.
This weekend was really exciting. For one thing, I bought a decent vacuum cleaner ("No more of this girly-ass sucking," I said to Das Roomie, "I want something that'll rip the paint off my walls") and I cleaned the shit out of my room. Literally. It took hours. It doesn't look terribly different, but all the dust bunnies have been vanquished and the hair cleared away and all the dirt scrubbed from the flat surfaces it's accumulated on. Goddamn, but there was a lot of dust. Amazing how much accumulates when you don't vacuum for three years and leave your window open.
I felt like I was coming down with something all night long, to the point of passing out at 11 PM.
Apparently, you're not supposed to inhale three years of dust.