And getting a twenty.

Yesterday was a weird day.

Like I said in the post, apparently I sleep through my alarm on Tuesdays now.

I also apparently find oxygen tanks on the side of the road. So I took it as a sign that I needed to devote a little time to getting high on life…

Tuesday, September 11

I did my work work and then I started tackling the hot mess that it my future studio.

The city called and informed me that they need my dumpster back soon, so I got my ass in gear to fill it up before they show up to retrieve it. I had planned on working on it later in the week, but alas, plans change.

Then I had dinner and stories with the Rev. Dark Wombat.

I rounded the night out with a little volleyball practice and plan making for upcoming events.

Today is gonna be a crazy day.

I’ve got work-work. Up the hill and back again work. Home/dumpster work.

It’ll be an early night because I’ve got to take Jitterbug to the airport stupid early tomorrow.

But first, before all that excitement, I’ve gotta go do some push-ups.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC