Morgen
Occasionally my German comes back… Usually at strange times and without context.
I didn’t sleep well. Too sore. I swam yesterday. I should get back to lifting weights. But neither of those are the root cause of my muscle aches. Friday night I slept wrong and woke up with a kinked neck which never really went away. Satuday was Crue Fest. 
After a couple hours of headbanging to my whole body was tweaked.
Maybe I’m getting too old to scream the chorus to various Crue tracks? Maybe. Buckcherry sucked. I skipped most of Papa Roach. The guy reminds me of a lame Green Day clone, which is course is yet another clone of the music I listened to in High School. Sixx AM was realy good, as was Trapt. I had a really good time. So, swimming was an effort to unwind the tension. It worked but only for a while.
Today is the first day without a contract. I slept in. I messed with the ceiling fan I have been trying to install. I need more parts. The ceiling angle is too steep. I talked to an auto parts store about picking up new seals for the slave cylinder on her Duc. It leaks. It has always leaked. $190 and it leaks because they shipped aluminum washers instead of copper washers. I am under-welmed to say the least.
I’ve got two more interivews scheduled for tomorrow and at least 3 more possibilities. This doesn’t include things that are already in-process. Something will turn up. It always does. I am still craving some moto-time, but I need to get my next gig lined up. That’s my priority at the moment.
Guten Tag
