Well – we’re moved. With the new zip code, I’ve technically moved back into Baltimore City again and I think I’m very, very happy. I’ve got to do some address change crap, call some companies and make sure they know where to send my bills, that sort of thing. Heather’s dropping off a desk tonight and I need to buy two lightbulbs, but other than that – completely moved.
Thank you so much to Rowan and Paul and Ash and Brennan and Kristen and Amy for helping and clearing and moving and sweating and making it all really painless. And especially thanks to whoever got Brennan that awesome saw that allowed us to cut my box spring in half in like… 30 seconds.
INFINITE POWER!!! (no longer an itty bitty Living space)
Unfortunately, though I’m in Love with my new room, I woke up this morning… or at least returned to full consciousness, after having barely slept at all. I feel like I’ve hitanother one of my hideous non-sleep cycles. Tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, closing my eyes and feeling my hair twitch around me with every shift of the air.
Today my body and my mind are exhausted and I’m fighting the urge to be snappish and growling. I hate feeling like I just don’t want to be bothered with people. I LIKE people – but right now I want them to just leave me alone while I do something quiet and methodical.
We got it down here SOMEHOW… Huzzah! Well, that’ll teach me about Living in basements… like, what the fuck ARE YOU!?!?!?
Oh so quiet. Oh so methodical.
Tears of Mars performing at my open mic at Java Mammas in Reisterstown, MD. I was amazed that they said yes to the offer of a feature at my tiny little coffeehouse, even more surprised that it was advertised on their website (though sadly, not on 98 Rock!) They were amazing and for perhaps the first time in JMOM history, I had to pad a vocal mic! A happy audience – or at least an INTENT audience – at Java Mammas.
