It’s heading on to 2am and my brain is heading down to almost unconsciousness. Aaralyn, a band that my friend Holly is managing, has stopped in for the night after playing the 8×10. I’m all too happy to give back some of the “may I crash with you karma” ( http://myspace.com/aaralynband ) – I miss having a house of my own to offer – but at least I can give up bed and floor space. I’m discovering the temperature out on the porch is most certainly palatable. After sleeping at Jozart, there’s nothing short of camping that fazes me.
It IS occurring to me, however, that I’ve lost all possible “normal person” cred – one of the guys from the band was excited about my Decepticon t-shirt. but then I closed my applications and he noticed the Decepticon desktop. and then I closed my laptop and he saw the Decepticon sticker on that. and I just noticed that the top magazine on the stack in the bathroom is a Toyfare with Optimus Prime on the cover. yeah. not cool.
Sigh.
