It is Friday afternoon. I still have a couple of hours before I finish my work day but it is time to start preparing for the glory that is the coming weekend. I have a few things I want to do and a few things I have to do.
First, the have-to-do’s…
I have to get a haircut. If I don’t get a haircut I am going to lose my freakin’ mind. I am probably a month overdue, if not more. I have to I have to I have to get a haircut.
I have to shave this fur off my face. My facial hair does not grow terribly fast but I am completely unable to deal with the itchy stage of beard growth. It’s been two weeks since last I shaved and oh my goodness the itch is driving me insane. I can’t stand it anymore. If I don’t shave this weekend I am going to go certifiably crazy.
Okay. Those are the things that I HAVE to do. How about the things that I want to do. Some of these wants are very close to needs, but I won’t go insane if I can’t get to them, I’ll just be somewhere between sad and pissed.
Music. Fifty songs in ninety days. I have to make serious progress on the few songs I have in progress at the moment. That includes writing lyrics, recording vocals, and recording various guitar parts. I want to dedicate some serious time to the music project.
Have a nice visit with my in-laws. They are coming over tomorrow afternoon. It should be a nice time.
Shoot a roll of 120 film for the Frugal Film Project. This one might tie in with the next one…
Go into Boston and see the Tall Ships. My beloved Bride, Jen threw this out as a possibility for Sunday. My step daughter, Bellana says she’s up for it too. I hadn’t even thought of it before this morning but now that it’s out there? I really want to do this. Like, big time want to do this. My cameras want me to do it too. Load up a roll of 120 in the Lubitel and a roll of 35mm in the N90 and a clean memory card in the Z5 and just go effin’ bonkers.
Do my best to try and sleep some, because I haven’t done very much of that over the past week.
There you have it. My hopes and plans for this weekend. It is less than two hours away. In the immortal words of Van Halen, I think the clock is slow.


























