ihavebeenfloated

I was thinking about trying to see a movie. Million Dollar Baby if I was alone. Sideways (again) if I could get someone to go with me. But, I realized that maybe that could wait until tomorrow. Today I could clean, or try to write. It would make more sense if I did all my fun stuff today, then boring stuff tomorrow, I guess, since I work tomorrow night. Today there are no limits to how late I can stay up into the day, can party all I want.

Not sure what I should do.

I have this gigantic mark on the top of my forehead, slightly to the left, right below my hairline. It started off as an angry red deeply rooted zit, and I have no problem admitting to it. But, sitting here last night, I picked up this lamp with a flexible head by the neck, and it swung around and whacked me with really stunning force right on the zit and now it’s not only a big angry zit, but a big bruised and angry zit. It hurts like a motherfucker at all times. Just my fucking luck, right? I sat there for a minute, not even knowing what to say. I was incredulous as to what had happened.

When I plugged the lamp in, it didn’t work.

All that personal bodily harm to myself, and no results. Seems like my life has been going like for the last year or two… ha… ha… argh.

Oh, BTW, you will find the text only version of the that note I’ve mentioned twice now, as the thumbnail attached to this post. Keep in mind this is rather blown up, the original appeared only on a note card.

I have been hopelessly addicted to The Dukes of Stratosphear. There is something about XTC doing just about every different form of 1960’s psychedelia that is so intensely appealing that it makes my heart ache if I am not listening to it.