Hey everyone,

I didn't write yesterday cause I was workin. Working late into the night. Worked until I gave up and couldn't keep my eyes open. I think having a work laptop is all part of the Man's plan. To keep us down, and make sure that we don't do anything other than work stuff, even after we leave work. I invite all of you with work laptops to leave them at the office. For those that have to take your laptop home, watch movies on it, surf porn, buy stuff, whatever, anything other than work.

So let's see, what's been going on today. I must tip my hat to true DJs. The ones who know what they're doing. I'm not talking about your average "music player" at an occasion. I'm talkin bout the DJs workin the clubs, mixing tracks together, making all of the tunes that they play flow into each other. Introducing bits and pieces of the next song into the song that's playing. Leaving trails of the last song played in the song that's playing. Intermingling two songs at once and making it sound GOOD. What brought this on? Tonight I spent over an hour or so trying to mix two tracks together and make them sound good. Nothing. It all sounded like noise. No matter what I did, it sounded like a low budget war scene between songs. Except in this war, nobody won. Just casualties. Ugh. I gave up, but I'll probably try again sometime, because I liked the punishment, err, I mean challenge.

I walked on my treadmill for 30 minutes today. It's the first time I've used one since I travelled to North Carolina for business. That was over 2 months ago. Sheesh. It's been longer since I've used my own treadmill. There were spiderwebs around where the walking belt was. After wiping the webs all away, it was all good. Just like old times. I think when people like me buy exercise equipment, we're buying more into a dream than actual physical fitness. We're buying into the dream that we'll be physically fit by buying this magical machine of fitness. Just like that. If only it were that easy. I'd buy 500 lbs. of weights if that were true. I'd be a ripped mofo with a really thick neck. But seriously, the brochure that I saw made fitness seem so simple - 5 days a week of fast walking for 45 minutes. That's all. Riiight. I'm still waiting for my dream of fitness to come true. Perhaps I'll try to revive the dream again someday.

Catcha later,
Kirk