Broken Record

I know, I know. You are sick of me making mention of my nagging pain related to my tooth excavation. Sorry, I can't help it. That shit still hurts and I'm still popping percocets on a nightly basis. Last night I popped them and tried to fall asleep to the Young Ones on DVD...very scary. A show that featured talking rats is not what you want to see while medicated to the eyeballs. And I can barely understand them with subtitles on, damn limeys.



One more day of work and I'm off to North Carolina for a quick 2 day trip to see some old friends and be part of yet another union between two people. I'm not the biggest fan of weddings, but I am okay with one that is taking place on a Thursday on the beach. Those Sunday church affairs are the pits. I just hope that my pain eases up for me to be equipped to deal with 15 hours of driving in a period of 54 hours. I'm set to work @ 3 PM on Saturday which calls on me to rise and shine on Saturday morning at roughly 6 AM and make the trek back from NC. Sounds like fun. I did get a call from some folks already in the Outer Bank region celebrating and it seems as though most folks would be happy to see me, so I really can't pass up the chance to go and see some friendly faces.

On a very unrelated note, the new Liz Phair album is very retro. Exile in Guyville 2. Nothing like her last CD which was rather good in a very over produced, Avril wannabe sort of way. I've always had a thing for Liz...so perhaps I'm kind of partial? In any case, you could do worse than listening to a couple tracks on your own and seeing what's up.