  Ba-ba black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. Who is this sheep? Where does he get his 3 bags of wool? Are they from other sheep? Does he lead a life of treason? Life taxes me once again with unanswered questions. So I got up late today, that will end soon, whether I like it or not. I decided to take a trip. Why? Well, I have a car and I got gumption, though I took a Tums and the gumption finally dissipated.
I hoofed out to Cape Cod to buy some sneakers. Consistently you will find out, I am one step ahead of you. You ask why drive out all that way, for sneakers? Well as mentioned before I had gumption, plus the store I go to has the sneaker I want, the color I want, the size I need for the pontoons I call feet, and they are almost 10 dollars cheaper than anywhere else.
It was only an hour drive and the environment needs the poison fumes my 16 year old, navy blue sedan spits out. After sneakers were successfully apprehended, I walked across the street bought a CD and headed back to the Sedan of Doom. Today felt like the day to try and see how many Massachusettes Interstates I could travel, game on! From Hyannis, Cape Cod I decided I was going to try and find the amp I've been looking for at the Guitar Center in Natick MA.
I didn't want to cut back through the other side of Boston, So I figured I'd come up and around over 495 and up 90. Sure it's a little longer, but less traffic always makes me happy. Burning down 495, I decide I'm too cheap for the tolls and decide to head up 95 and over Route 9 to get there, minimize the back-tracking. I finally reach Guitar Center and waltz on inside. Last time I found the amp I wanted some guy bought the last one right in front of me. Fate was on my side this time, I saw my amp, and no one was near it. Plus I screamed "MINE," and when everybody turned and looked, I licked the amp head several times emphasizing the ownership of the item. I fiddled around with it, and everything worked. I had bought an amp before and had problems when I got home so I was determined to do a rigorous test on this amp head before getting home and being unpleasantly surprised. While fiddling I was being bothered by the mustached sales associate, Marcus, enough that he became my go to guy to put it all together.
I found a Mesa 2x12 cabinet to go with the head and dropped it all in front of the register. Holding my breath, the final cost came up; $1,693 and change. Surprisingly the credit card didn't melt, but now I'm officially poor. I have the luck that my parents are paying for half of it as a Christmas gift, but that's still a lot for me to be spending. Oh well, I have a new amp and you don't. Joy. So it's 5:30 p.m. and I can feel the traffic building on Route 9, I decide to give in and take 90 back, pay the toll and I'm home by 6 p.m.
I hook my new baby up and all is right in my world, for 5 minutes at least. There's a nut missing on the back of the cabinet to hold an input in place, but that's something I can fix after a short trip to the hardware store. Always close, never quite on target. File under: Mark tries to be healthy, it's just God's perverse sense of humor and taste for the ironic that thwarts him. I got my blood test back, and all is cool, except that I have a high count of something to do with cholesterol.
Awesome. Really freaking awesome. It was suggested that I get a cholesterol screening. Sweet Baby Jesus help me if I have my late Grandfather's heart problems. I mean he only had 2 heart attacks, a quintuple bypass, a stroke and subsequent milder strokes that debilitated him and eventually got the best of him (Backgammon, it's always Backgammon, he never really understood that game to begin with).
Don't be surprised if you see a vast change in my diet if the results weren't a fluke. The men in my family have all had inauspicious endings, I'm either going out with a bang young, or in my sleep, healthy at 113, I will settle for no inbetween. I should probably stop at this point. I came into the Mac lab to do some work which I got most of done. Day two, and I'm already here. This will be a very long, short semester. Boy George should stop painting his face and deal with the fact that he is not a pretty man. Will tighten posts in future as to insure maximum punchline with minimum reading time. Are you still clutching your underpants? (A.P.T. [Actual Post Time] 11:51 p.m.) 
