I picked up that sub-woofer. Given the high price range that I could go, I picked me up a modestly priced one at $160. I'm still trying to tweak the thing into having the proper volume. Should I have ponied up another $100 like a good audiophile? I don't know.
No big surprise, I am missing Jen a little. I find myself asking questions like, "If I'm really as great as she says, then how do I find myself here? Is there such a thing as no faith? Am I damned to a life of strangers in my bed? What makes somebody else so worth it?" Each time a girl goes, it gets harder to go onto the next. The spirit within me wants to settle, yet here I am, unsettled. I hate doubting myself.