I'm tired and fain wald lie down.

Why should any one worry about me?

Thanks to every one who came over tonight, it was a blast.

"Do you honestly think that this last bit is even remotely a good idea?"

That's a poser of a question.

Mike's Hard Lime after making the first feint at yard work:

"music"

Fucking brilliant how they can distill one's fortune in a word.

The band just left. I shall not squee, but that felt really quite good. In attendance were: Tom the drummer, former mate from the ijits and the short-lived Upholsters (1 gig and lots of swearing) and an even shorter project in which I made the unwise decision to separate our little duo of rhythmic bliss and made a run at the guitar with extended ( Read more... )

Warren is still dead ( Read more... )

Minden csoda három napig tart

Reason #57 to wear a helmet while riding. While biking from my house to Tram's, passing the lovely Allegheny Cemetarium, a Wild Turkey flooshed up, over the fence, and buzzed me. Those things are like flying microwaves ( Read more... )

oh yeah, btw, my house is totally unsafe. a criminal, with half a brain, even if he is considerably drunk, can break in within a minute or two. after smashing a brick unsuccesfully against the basement door, despite the fact that the bolt jumped out of the latch. as long as L hasn't yet picked up J's futon frame from my garage. which leads me ( Read more... )

The musical is over.
AP's are done.
Awards are given tomorrow.
Carnival on Friday.
Prom on Saturday.
Final field trips.
Final Projects.
Final meetings.
Everyone leaves.
Another year dies.

If anyone has the slightest inclination for travel, call me.