couch surfing on my own couch

Waking up with a cranky neck and a grumpy visage is not how you define a good night's rest. I didn't fall asleep until around 2ish last night, only having to work beforehand at a job I'm not particularly a fan of. But hey, that's changing rather quick, here.

I am going to go back to the video store atmosphere, wearing itchy polo shirts with itchy name tags and itchy khaki Dickies. What's great about it is that I won't be going back to the store I once worked at. Good thing, or else there would be a Battle Royale in the making. I just got that scene from "Cable Guy" when Jim Carrey and Matthew Broderick are fighting at the Medevil Times restaurant. Duh duh dun dun dun...
ah.
anyway.
Tonight's my radio show (shameless self-promotion pays off, I just know it does), and I have much to talk about. I think I might spoil myself and get some beer of the not-so-cheap variety. I realized there's a lot of shows coming up, all of which are in February (ah crap, I forgot about those two shows... gotta go find the info.) Anyway, if you want to tune in, it starts at 5pm est http://www.brimstoneradio.com/. If you can't tune in on the nose, I babble 'til 9pm.

What a cleaning freak I am! What sucks is that there's STILL MORE to be done. However, I did see the light at the end of the laundry tunnel last night; got me a bit teary-eyed to say the least. I don't get how two boys (I don't count Bram in the mix because he does his own laundry and retreats it back to his room) can throw up so many clothes as much as Brad and Dave do. Granted, I AM a girl after all, and I do have a lot of clothes, but the majority of the laundry that I've done in the past week are band t-shirts, boxers, dress shirts and a buttload of socks.

This isn't a blog about laundry.

The Brimstone studio room is shaping up nicely, though. I sacrificed a shelf I had in my room to move it across the hall into the studio for some storage. Looks better already. The last two things I must conquer in the room are the shelves on the desk (so. many. papers) and the closet (it's a cardboard computer land in there.)

I don't know why I insist on babbling about my cleaning techniques, what does it matter, anyhow?

On a retardedly emotional note, I did get stupid at work last night and started thinking how horribly achy I feel whenever I think of friends, ones I care deeply about that live states away, and family and how sick to my stomach it makes me feel. It makes me feel so gut wrenching to not be able to see certain individuals at the drop of a top hat (I like top hats.), or wake up comfortably the next morning next to someone that I can still faintly smell on the empty pillows, or be able to attend holiday gatherings because I'm stuck working.
It's as unfair as the weather has been lately.

Apparently I won't be going to Albany in March for my best friend's 21st birthday, since she's getting a plane ticket from her mom to come home during that time, so my next excursion planned will be Oregon to visit my sister. That's not until the summer, so I still have time to save for that trip. I'm hoping to plan a trip still towards the eastern regions of the country before then, so we'll see.