So much stuff going on. Insanity, inanity, I’ve had trouble sitting down and just typing with all the chaos around and abounding. In the past week we’ve played 5 nights, Heather’s been sick, we’ve been ripping up the Lloyd-home living room, absolute chaos. Even now I’m having a lot of difficulty sitting and focusing.
I’ve been doing important stuff! I HAD to go see Die Hard! And of COURSE Transformers has been eating up an awful lot of my emotional attention. I’m pleased as punch about it and now want more toys than I’ll EVER be able to afford and will kill Michael Bay if he doesn’t do a sequel. And yes, I’ve had to spend a lot of time downloading pictures of Megan Fox. (insert long Eddie Izzard reference, shaking my head, then nodding, then shaking my head…)
And yet at this moment, this very moment, I’m going insane. Now, it’s possible that people keep stealing my glass while I’m looking the other way. It’s possible that I unthinkingly placed it in the dishwasher, but it doesn’t seem THAT likely that I could’ve unlatched it, opened it, placed the glass inside and closed it again without noticing. I think people are stealing the glass. Or I’m unconsciously honing my teleportation skills, in case… Watch out world…
The only other person I’ve ever seen who tapes up their pointer and index fingers with black electrical tape – Bill and I had a little moment at the Space in Hamden, CT. His aunt, a nail technician, and I sat and talked about different tips and brands of nails all night – she hooked me up with some professional grade shit she had in her trunk and I’ve been Living happily off of this tiny treasure trove ever since. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA A rob mocha from Victoria Station in Putnam, CT. Look carefully – “rob” in chocolate… see?
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Heather and I contemplating the air quality of the newly stipped Lloydholme Living room. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
