I'm pretty sure I still spend more time there than I do at the house. At least I know I'm making progress on the house, that is, in between trips back here from home depot.

Something funny happened to me a couple weeks ago. I decided i wanted to turn this house into more than a never-ending project. I wanted to make it something that I liked looking at. Something that resembled a "home." So I started working on my lawn and my garden. I am proud to say that I now have "flowers" and "plants" in the flower beds in front of my house. Only time will tell if these things survive the harsh environment that is the place where I reside (I tend to kill plants) or if they become brown and crackly and dry excuses for something that was once alive and beautiful. I know that all I need to do is water them and make sure they get sun, but even that isn't always easy. I'm not sure they'll get the right amount of sun, or the right kind of sun.

Another thing I've noticed - I talk about my house way too much. And flowers. And sprinkler systems. And kitchen tile. And faucets. It's fucking lame. Thankfully though, I do have something else to talk about.

Music. My band has been very active lately. We've had several gigs this month and we've been working hard to build up our set and hone our sound. We've been choosing some lesser-known Beatles songs such as I Want You (She's So Heavy), If I Fell, and Fixing a Hole. It's great to see audience members react to our renditions of the Beatles classics - whether #1 hit or oddity. Who can't love a reggae version of I Want To Hold Your Hand or an instrumental version of Blackbird with flute instead of vocals? No one. No one, I tell you.

Oh yeah. I bought my first real leather sofa. Just had to get that in there. No more futon for me. I'm slowly whittling away at my college and post-college furniture. Which will then become guest room furniture...