A couple of relatively big changes to rein in the new year: first up, my Black Spider-Man-inspired hair, which wasn't actually by choice since the barber didn't want anything to do with it until I had it "fixed" first. And so the result is a new look for me, and hopefully it's not as out of place as, well, a Black Spider-Man.Second would be finally moving into the Condeaux. By moving in I mean spending two consecutive nights there; I swear my family keeps coming up with plot devices to get me to go home ("We need the car", "It's your birthday", "We have cake", "Go home").
We finally had the place installed with cable TV and internet. Now it's exactly as if I were at home locked up in my room.
Work is as good as work that involves cutting costs at every turn can get. I'll leave it at that. But a good couple of weeks of extra-curriculars though; saw the following bands (plus a few more) in the span of a week: Enemies of Saturn, Angulo, Mayonnaise, Bagetsafonik, Sugarfree, Analog, The Late Isabel, Imago, Fuseboxx and Up Dharma Down. That's probably more local acts than I saw all of 2008. And more to come hopefully. Anything to get that bad senti-rock out of my ears from Jason's New Year's party.
I'm racking my brain to come up with insight on this 21st of January and nothing comes...so let's force it. As if turning the new twenty wasn't bad enough, Blue Monday was earlier this week, so called by sociologists as it is supposedly the most depressing day of the year due to a number of coincidental convergences. I didn't notice, and I didn't mean that as a good thing.