Today's my birthday. 38 years old. Shit, I remember being 19 and nationally famous for my TV shows, thinking there would never be an end, and I would always be 'the kid'. Although I *still* look the part, my bones tell me a different story altogether. I received the gift I wanted, although I didn't ask for it; Patricia and Dennis (our butler) gave me the single most hi-tech rowing machine I've ever seen. Five minutes on that puppy after I'd removed the white ribbon and bow, and all my 'ceps were screaming for mercy. Hmm, need to adjust the flywheel a bit...
Actually this is all part of a larger operation it seems: Luc the handyman was also given orders to clean out the back room behind the garage to make room for my new apparatus, apparently we're now building a fitness studio. Life's never boring here at the Castle.
Today I'm off to Antwerp myself, to purchase 'stuff' for my studio. Audioblogging is fun, but I want better quality! Now to find a USB audio input device for OSX.....
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