I slept in this morning. My last day to do so for at least a week or more. I decided to take advantage of that and not rush myself out of bed. Tomorrow I will be starting a class at this time.
I finished the class I needed to write. Today is final review day. I have to do it as a dry run from start to finish to make sure everything looks good. Then I have a new one to start in on. We are almost done with the conversions and new class creation. It's been a pain in the ass but if we don't start offering these new classes, we won't make any money.
While I worked yesterday I listened to The Wall and Tommy. The world needs more rock operas. When was the last time someone put out a good story album? I mean MCR came close with their last one but it was more a story if you watch the videos. Downward Spiral? Mr Roboto? I miss the days of good epic stories. Paradise Theater for example. Regardless, I was surprised at how applicable the lyrics to Waiting for the Worms ("would you like to send our colored cousins home again, my friend?") are 40 years after being written and given it's a song about WWII it makes it even worse. 70 years and we haven't learned shit. Good job human race.
Finished around 2, helped B clean the house, made mahi for dinner, watched tv, went to bed. Tonight is B's group again. I am going with her again this time to make sure she knows how to get there. She will drive, I will be there just to help.
A few more days and I get to go out of town. Mixed feelings on it. It's to an area I am apathetic about, to a client, who I looked up yesterday, I will definitely be apathetic about, for two days and back home. I need a good week long gig in like the middle of OH. Maybe if I finish these classes it will happen.
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