Into the Boudoir

The J-Dog and I are starting to work on the bedroom, which is pretty exciting. The bathroom isn't finished yet, but it's at a decent stopping point, and hashing out the details of the bathroom really brings the major work to a halt, and we'd really like to move into the bedroom sometime this summer. So -- onward and upward.

The last couple of nights, I watched a fairly lengthy 10 part interview with David Foster Wallace on the Youtubes, and I realized who he reminds me of: Schmor. A very self-conscious, socially uncomfortable, straight Schmor. But anyway, while listening to him in the interview, I got the same sort of feeling that I used to get while listening to Schmor, both in and out of class: that you are listening to someone very intelligent and interesting speak about things about which they have thought and felt deeply. And at the same time, they're completely down to earth, funny, dirty, and conversational.

I'm feeling a bit down this evening. Bored. Tired. I think I'll kick back with a G&T and some reading and sit in the living room with loud tunes on. I'm off work tomorrow, and planning on doing some work in the bedroom. Pulling down plaster, which is pretty shitty, indeed. But it will be good to get it done.

What else has been going on? Anything? Hmmm. We're heading to St. Louis in a couple of weeks for a visit, which we're looking forward to. My boss brought his kids to work today for "bring your kids to work" day, and they were pretty damned cute. I ate lunch with them. He has a 10-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son. We chatted about Justin Bieber and Avatar. I told the daughter that I think Justin Bieber needs a haircut and she said that's why she likes him. Ha!