Stuff what I done got did today

Recording! For the first time in a fortnight, I'm feeling like this stupid album's actually going to be done by this time next month, i.e. in time for The Gig. Today I killed off "Legerdemain," the one instrumental piece planned; it's a devil of a guitar number, but thankfully my fingers did more or less what was requested of them, as did the microphone (eventually). I also got the rhythm guitar part to "Camille Claudel" re-recorded, as well as a not-too-embarrassing do-over on the vocals, which still need some tweaking. Onward, ever onward.

Walking! This has been my Improve My Life Now Dammit thing this week: making a point of getting out and walking on a daily basis, as opposed to my usual activities (which include but are not limited to watching Derren Brown videos on YouTube, eating Pop Tarts, and scratching). On Tuesday, this meant tromping about Harvard Square, which eventually led to an unplanned but unusually gregarious Poly Diesel drop-in and catching a sidewalk set by the Second Line Social Aid and Pleasure Society Brass Band, who were raising funds to support the folks at Occupy Boston. But yesterday and today, my walking has landed me at one 7-Eleven or another, which is sort of defeating the purpose. At least I had Zoe Keating on the iPod this time out, which works so well for New England Autumn evenings that I wasn't convinced that the Fair Folk wouldn't be snatching me off of the sidewalk.

Not getting sick! So far, anyway. Upon returning from my walk today, my body voiced its displeasure with a string of lethargic but sincere expletives, telling me in no uncertain terms that I was to get my heinie in bed and not to do any more of that funky walking-around shite. To be fair, I hadn't had dinner at that point (I'd settled for a candy bar and strawberry soda at the 7-Eleven), so I'm hoping this bowl of Chef Boy-Ar-Dee proto-pasta will do the trick. If not, my anniversary weekend with figmentj is a-gonna suck.