Say Nothing
I have an index card that I scribble on when I want to remember to write something here. I have no idea where it is right now and really, nothing to write about. But that won't stop me.

Over the weekend I had zero obligations. Sometimes I think having too much time is like having not enough time. I had so many ideas for things I wanted to do that I couldn't get started on anything.

I worked on my Photoshop with my new book that Erin gave me for xmas. The thing about a book is that you work through pages for several hours and then all you've done is learned about a couple of tools and shortcuts. You haven't made anything. So I skipped ahead to Ch. 18 so I could work on a tutorial but now I didn't have the benefit of learning about the other 300 tools and shorts cuts from chapters 2-17. After trying to quick mask my Delphinium for about 45 minutes, I'd had enough of that.

I figured out how to backup up my iTunes. I think. I still don't understand sound file formats and data v. audio and what's best and what converts to what, etc. I transferred a whole lot of something onto a disk.

I bought the Jose Gonzalez. I used to buy 3-4 albums a week way back in the day. Now I hardly listen to what I have and apparently I'm some aberration of nature because I don't like to spend money on things I don't use. Now I buy about 1 album a year. I didn't even remember how the iTunes store worked. Shouldn't there be a big "check out" button?

The other computer project I did was I finally wiped Yoda (my green iMac) and reinstalled the original software to prepare it for donation. There's something appealing about it as an objet d'art but it's so heavy and takes up so much space that it's going to be nice to get it out of the house.

Wow, this is the most boring post ever. All we're missing is a list of what I ate yesterday, then we could slip into a coma.