yet another morning. it's one day closer to moving day. it's really coming down, well nearing the wire anyway. if the wire was fabio on a rollercoaster, then today would be the bird poo...leaving the birdy's...um, well...butt...birds have what could be considered a 'butt', i guess...heading from said bird...towards...um...fabio as he...rolls his fictional studliness down the rollercoaster...it's just a matter of time...until i get leather pants...

so.

i'm doing the wake up routine right now consisting of tea and cigarettes, seemingly contradictory in a way i realize, but at least i've swept coffee from the agenda. for the most part anyway. i'm actually getting ready to do my taxes. most folks dread tax time, but the single beneficial result of making almost no money is that annual return. i almost want to not do them for a few days and bask in the know that in that W2 envelope lies numbers i shall crunch, not unlike alpha-bits, and spit out a figure that could possibly bring a nice bass rig my way. it all depends how much bread i'm supposed to get back. with my general level of unluckiness i.e. walking to the corner blocked by a building and then watching my bus scream through the yellow light therefore making me wait 20 minutes in the cold [which has become a mental game for me by trying to out smart the bus driver by leaving work at awkward minutes and purposely delaying and calculating the time i'll arrive at the bus stop] i'll probably have to pay. maybe they'll accept something i do have in place of money like empty beer cans or cat fur. wait. i think i used that joke last year...