dead on my feet...
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i know i say this every time i'm writing on here and listening to it, but i am constantly awed by how much i love tori amos's "boys for pele." it's just that good.
kimberly's party and the long awaited clutch show were both good fun, though the latter was much shorter than i expected. jeff got drunk, i got a shirt, matt tried to get a set list, and my shy bladder shamed me once again. (it's quite a sinking feeling when you're holding out for the stall just so your shy bladder will feel encouraged even though there's a guy in there vomiting hot frothy beer.) i came home, slept 3 and a half hours and got up to move julie and blade back from bloomington. that went relatively well, but i was really dragging by the time we wrapped up around 5. how is it that when i was in college, i slept 4 hours a night on average, had a full load of classes, and practically worked full time, yet never felt this fatigued? i've resigned myself to staying in, playing some video games, having a beer, and possibly watching a movie. i took a shower very recently, which has refreshed me a bit, but i suspect i will sleep very well tonight.
anyway, it's all worth it just to have blade and julie close again.
speaking of the shower, i glanced in the mirror after toweling off and noticed two little black hairs sticking out of my nose. gross. am i at the age now where i have to start worrying about trimming that shit? i tucked them back in and i'm trying not to exhale too vigourously.
shakespeare in the park tomorrow.
mikey g out.