Queens of the Stone Age.

damn but I am beginning to have my faith restored in modern music again. I've gotten so much great music lately, qotsa, zero 7, red house painters, vanessa carlton, over the rhine, I am Sam sndtrck, the new tom petty _The last DJ_ (yes, it kicks ass).

New PJ next month. Katrina in 68 hours.

fuckin a.

life is looking pretty damn good.

i need to skip outta work early and go dive today. It'll probably be my last fix for almost three weeks. Monday Steve and i went to Bolo point. We hit 165 feet. God DAMN! 165 feet on a single tank. that's inSane! Steve is the only guy I know crazy enough to do that with me. Most people are susceptible to nitrogen narcosis at HALF that. Me...other than a brief "HOLY FUCK we're deep...i need to really watch my breathing" momentary panic...i was F*I*N*E. I spent the rest of the dive concentrating on our decompression...stops at 70, 50, 30, and about fifteen minutes at 15...

I ought to get into tech diving someday. It seems my body is built to withstand serious pressure quite admirably. (Tech diving is when you go down with multiple tanks to depths in excess of even THAT.) 165 feet is equivalent to about FIVE TIMES atmospheric pressure. I so rock :)

I started getting ready for the trip last night. I finished my minidiscs, gathered my recording gear, decided it was time to retire (i.e throw away) my favorite piece of luggage...this really awesome duffel bag I got at Seniors Up all Night in high school. *tear running down my cheek* Goodbye Locomotor. You and I had some incredible adventures together, but it's time for you to go now.

Goodbye dear friend. goodbye. *tear*

I'm getting soft. i haven't rucked since my 50k weekend. I need to get some miles in tomorrow after work. 

current mood: lovely :)
current music: Vanessa Carlton _be not Nobody_  
 

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