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this'll teach me...

So rather than just put the telly on sleep timer and go to bed tonight, I thought, no, I'll go to bed early (early for meb eing midnight) and read, and then just go to sleep. Well, reading turns into "only 180 pages left, may as well finish it" (trashy chick novel - chewing gum for the brain, as my dad would call it) then it's 2am and I'm off to sleep...or so I thought...turns out when not being soothed to sleep by the telly, my brain likes to go wandering around and digging things up that have been carefully tucked away, or buried, and get me all worked up over shit that's nothing I can control, or in some cases even give a shit about, but rattle that cage enough, and I'll find something about it to get my knickers all twisted up ...3:30 arrives, I'm still wide awake, I give up and put on the telly, but now the crazy legs have set in, I have to be at work in 7 hours. I am SO not a happy camper.

So what have I learned from this debacle? Something I knew all along. Change is bad. Very very bad.

Feh.

Shocking!

Gay Porn Awards *not* as much fun as one might suspect.  Tales of man on man roman orgy vibe greatly exaggerated. Contents of goody bag (condoms, lube, 8 hours of man on man dvd action) all about as useful to me as tits on a bull.

On the bright side, 17 days until Joe Jackson show. Woo! Joe Jackson!

Have you had your polka today?

Dandy Don wants YOU to get your polka on.

Yet Nick Lachey keeps on breathing....

R.I.P. Desmond Dekker.

Well yes, er, and then there was that thing...

1. Charlatans UK - Good show.
2. After show went to Matilda where I saw v. handsome gent who had been at the show, he bore a stunning likeness to Hugh Laurie. He talked to me briefly across the bar. I proceeded to encounter what can be described as the spontanious onset  narcolepsy of the brain. Closer and closer I become to embracing dying alone with many cats.
3. Angels and Airwaves tonight. All ages. Sold out. This can only mean a fulfilling night of babysitting and adolescent sass mouth.
4. Tim makes a hell of a mix CD. I hope the neighbors are enjoying it... Next time I make it to Baltimore (which could be *years* at the rate I'm going) we are totally hanging out. I think it's been 6 years since I saw him (and Toddfather, come to think of it) this is unacceptable.
5. Will now go and wash dishes. glamour glamour glamour.

so...

Came home from work, apartment managed to remain intact during my absence. This pleased me. What also pleased me is my totally sexay monitor, which arrived today.

T-Bone Burnett / Jacob Dylan show tonight. There is no denying that Jacob Dylan is a sexy sexy bitch, but where his music is concerned I can take it or leave it...I'd rather just watch him read the label of a soupcan...in my kitchen..wearing nothing but...

sorry. bad lis.

T-Bone Burnett - not too bad. Never heard him before. It  didn't suck. Tomorrow night's show The Charlatans UK. Probably gonna make for a slightly different crowd from this evening. Did I mention that this weekend I get towork the gay porn awards?

Did I?

I do you know...

envy the non stop cavalcade of glamour that is my life..

Things that wake me up quickly:

1. Splash of cold water 2. Mrs. Bridget bouncing on the bed shrieking "wakey wakey eggs and bakey" 3. Insidious asshat trying to get my window open. Additionally, best way to thwart efforts of insidious asshat trying to open the window: 1. Suddenly snapping open the blinds and yelling "SURPRISE" If this shit keeps up I'll have to move. I can NOT afford to move, and I LIKE my apartment.

Busy...

Spending a lot of time making home presentable. making strides. Sexy new flatscreen arrives hopefully tomorrow (playing UPS tag). Also trying out Picassa, as an option for image sorting, since the software that came with my cameras, and iphoto just didn't blow my skirt up. Here's a bunch of old pictures, shot over the past 3 years or so...Mostly all Chicago pictures I think...I promise to get it together and take new pictures very soon.

Bed now, long day tomorrow.

This birthday hooliganism made possible by...

Miss Julie, Miss Jessica, Miss Sarah, Mr and Mrs Bridget, Mr and Mrs Char, Paulie, Corey, Dave, Barb, Miss A. and Mr. Andy, The lovely and talented Silent Ron, J, Miss Stephanie, Mr and Mrs Kate, Big Rob, and Riste, who all showed up to watch me become unattractively bladdered, additional thanks go to Mr Spot, and Mrs Kathy who called with well wishing, and Mrs Sherri and Miss Jen all the other nice folks who sent emails and left me nice comments here and on myspace.

Every year on my birthday I leave blathering sentimental messages about how great my friends are and this year is no different. I have awesome fucking friends, and I love you all dearly, thanks for making the onset of my downward spiral into middle age a total blast.

er...woo?

I'm officially 36. 40, here I come...

Note to self - scrutinizing ones complexion in hateful flourescent lighting is NOT a portal to happiness.

Tonight: planning an indian nosh with miss julie and then a nice little booze up at matilda.

woo.