I got new glasses today - they look like this, only 'blonde' stype instead of 'tortoise' http://modo.com/pages/_Modo/02-Plastic/0201.htm. I really like 'em. Kinda NPR looking but very money too. I'm trying to practice Goodbye Yellow Brick Road on the piano right now, before my stroppy work friend takes his keyboard back and I am forced to buy a new one. I've got one I want though - my uncle in LA is a great classical pianist and told me of a nice type of Casio that sounds very piano-like. So that's next on the agenda - also making my first meal at my first home tonight - nothing special, just grilling some chicken with tobascoey salt and pepper and raw egg combo covering it all, and also sliced a head of garlic in half and that's being grilled too. But that'll get eaten tomorrow - tonight it's too late. I had my first swim at the local YMCA here in the new neighborhood and it was good, only had to share a lane with one, had a good solid workout and will go back again in two nights. I've been jonesing for American Beauty lately, I wish I owned it or that they had it on the Time Warner cable movies-on-demand. Anyway, I finished painting my kitchen and dining room (which will actually be used as my art studio) yellow. A nice fine butter yellow, with a bit of blush. Like a baby chick - like a nursery. But with stuff in there it just looks appetising - hopefully it'll make for good oil paintings to have so much yellow in the background - but it is a subtle warm yellow. If the dining room is ever liberated from being an art studio, it's a wonderful kitchen color. Speaking of which, let me check on my unholy concoction in the oven.

Why do I have the tee vee playing in the background fairly loudly, and a grim CNN special about Al Zarcawi no less, when I am trying to blog - my first blog no less?! Oh yeah, because I'm terrified of being alone and yet am alone constantly. Hello! I am Same Suit Sam. That is not really my name but being anonymous finally allows me to post these web logs (or 'blogs) because I can say whatever the heck I want, and no one knows that the monster that am I (but a comical monster) is actually me. A nice and funny enough monster, but a monster all the same. Anyway, writing soothes the beast within and I'm already feeling better.

I do have more than one suit, by the way! I have two. I have a third which I don't count, because it's double breasted and was bought for me by a well-meaning relative many moons ago - it makes me look as wide as I am tall, and vaguely gangsterish (it's not a shiny suit, it's more the double breasted thing), but not in a good way. I also have a tux but that definitely does not count. That only makes an appearance once a year when I attend a two-day event on a zeppelin that I have to attend.

Well, it's 8:50pm and Al Zarqawi is about to get it - this is like watching cops in a way. But I'm barely watching. Getting used to a new apartment is hard, when I am ready to go to bed I fret that some weird sound will wake me up or keep me up, and it's enough to just not go to bed. Anyway, I have a spot on my chin where the whiskers have stopped growing, and the spot is expanding. I shouldn't be so lazy and I should see a derm to find out what the dealio is - the spot is hen-shaped. But in any case, I'll leave it be and use that spot on my chin where stubble is apparently on strike, as the only hint to who I am. Same Suit Sam, the guy with the growing hen-shaped spot on his chin which has stopped sprouting stubble.

Sorry this draft was so daft, but I had to start somewhere.