update: going to Black Keys at Artpark tnite

that damn doctor kept me there all damn day, literally, from noon til almost 5, to look at me for o 5 minutes . . he asks, How you feeling? Fine. "Well then you're fine."
>:/

then I picked up my new Transformer (I think the name bodes well - tho I have zero idea how to use this badboy) - it looks like a laptop but it works more like a phone only different <:/

Dave installed the lights - then we had a bit of difficulty over whether I owed him money still on that roof. once upon a time, I'd have swallowed that $1k, but, well - I guess I had a John-moment: No. it's not so much that I'm tired of overpaying for handyman things (which I SO am), or that it was clearly an unfair price for what amounted to 2 half days of sticking flashing on (which it was, especially after a 3 yr wait for this to be friggin done and about $6k altogether in getting f'd by it already), it's more like my skin just went hard. DmS says, "You don't care what I think" and in a way she's right. I feel very alone inside my skin, which maybe lately if you tapped on it you'd feel metal. my ability to get out of it and jump into anyone else's point of view is very low, as is my capacity for anyone else in here then too.

then went to the Wheel with Nunu, whom I have not seen in forever, and Thighs played and tho he's now weird around me a little (I've not known him thru a full cycle, I have a feeling, that goes from 1 you're pretty 2 kissy face 3 omg catholic freak out 4 repeat 2&3 a few times 5 act weird and kiss/hug/talk to everyone BUT me 6 ?? repeat 1-5?? dunno - it's a little irritating, but hey I'm a social retard too in my own ways) he can sure play, whoa man. I talked to her about the gun thing, which I was probably just going to talk about so that people would think I already had one which I do not, and am not sure what the process is of getting one permit-wise, and neither is she, but for her own reasons has been thinking about it as well. so we're going to find out together, which is perfect, there's nobody more rational and systematic in their approach to a task/topic than she is, she won't give a rats ass about pink vs pearl (and neither do I)

then home, which after all that you'd think I'd sleep, but nope - not til the sun starts to come up, till then it's like catnapping w one eye open. NOW I'd love to go back to sleep, I'm going to try not to, this can't keep up forever . .

I like this song

today: the piano tuner is coming at 1, I'm sorting old clothes for a goodwill dropthing down the street, I'm going to HomeDepot for lightbulbs, I'm grading papers til they are done for the summer