I tried connecting the camera back up to the sleepy-time apparatus (you try coming up with a better term for it) but it wouldn’t connect to my computer. I’m so sorry. I know you wanted to see a third night of me sleeping, but you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow. I stayed up too late watching Comedy Central and doing laundry, so I was too brain dead to figure out what was wrong with the connection.
On the upside, my weekend was both awesome and good. Friday night was full of hanging out, which I love. I got to watch the second installment of “I Don’t Know You, Chuck Munion, but You’re On a Reality TV Show” and drink girly drinks.
THEN, on Saturday, I binged on fructose and commerce. Jason, Jake, and I went to Target, and while Jason searched for new jeans, Jake and I drank copious amounts of Dr. Pepper with chocolate syrup from the Coke break syrup machine next to the soda fountain.
High on sugar, we split up and I went to Joann’s. I was looking for a cord and drawstring bit so I can finish the epic iPod cozy. Joann’s was as barren as an ant farm left in the front window of a Buick during August.
I went over to Micro Center, where Jake and Jason had already purchased jaw-dropping amounts of computery goods (this was premeditated, it just added up fast). Giddy on their purchases, they were looking at a MIDI keyboard that, when used with Garage Band, allowed us to make fat beats. Whacked out on Dr. P, I suggested that we purchase it, knowing full well we’d be spending the rest of the evening playing with it.
I was right. I made myself a nice Peaches beat, and promptly abandoned it for a craft project. I guess some things just don’t change. I might as well have been a toddler.
Anyway, it was fun, and despite my “drop it like it’s hot” neglect of the new toy, I think there is a distinct possibility that I might have an album ready by Christmas.