half dreaming about laundry

there is nothing quite so tough as getting up from a wonderful, deep-sleep hour-long nap when you're exhausted and janis joplin is playing in the background.

i forgot to mention something super-disquieting yesterday: some woman shouting out at me "what a hot policeman!". ugh. you are confused, lady.

it was too hot to walk outside with a jacket on, we need more winter! this severe lack of water and rush for an even hotter summer just doesn't excite me in a good way.

the big dog outside the guitar store didn't like me. at all. i bought three picks, this time. and was less awkward about it.

last night, after showering with "the dribble" yet again, i decided to give installing that spare washer a try. it warn't no spare, neither. the shower head's working just fine now :)

double coffee marshmallow mocha, super roast-beef sandwich with thai sauce, and in two seconds off to a photo exhibition with lake. i'm probably not going out later on, too bloody tired.