*churn, gurgle*

Yesterday was just a total rollercoaster ride...up, down, up down.

Things were going okay until I picked up last week's PULSE and found a glowing critique of the Caffeto's show...that didn't mention me...or even the fact that there was a second artist in the damn show. Bastards. I had to control the urgings of my Cossack ancestors and refrain from running over to Caffeto's with a shopping cart for my work and a welding torch from work. I have to corner Azure and ask what the hell happened. See, see, I TOLD you I could smell this going down as a bad show. I hate being right sometimes.

Anyway, after work things perked up quite a bit. I had a lovely time with Autodidactic and her lovely friends. Lots of sketches and horrible stories and giggling. I needed me some of that, friends and neighbors. We also went to the Red Dragon, land of big goldfish-bowl-drinks. (I had tea. I am awake. So. Very. Awake.) I ran into a couple of good aquaintances at the very next table and everything. (The dragon's like that.) Absolutely fun, I tell ya....

So...the objective for today is: Get through the day without having a big fat meltdown. to this objective I have to buy the following.
One (1) can of Whoop-Ass. Maybe two.
Lunch, so I don't blow seven bucks on the Restaurant of the Beast upstairs.
Some smallish knittng project so I can zen out blissfully at lunch.
An addy to send MrsScraggit....something...*whistles innocently*
The large blunt object of my choice.

See, piece of cake. Horray for the corner store, purveyor of all kinds of foodstuffs and objejs de bludgeoun! Hoohah!

A list:

Wearing: Black tights, black skirt. Brown tank top. black necklace with brown beads. Ponytail. Ear cuff. Bare feet, no makeup.

Eating: Nothing. I have to remedy that before I get to work, or I'm in a world of hurt.

Drinking: ditto.

Listening to: "Psychobilly Freakout" By the Rev. Horton Heat.

Thinking: You know, Stuff...

Wanting: To take a spur of the moment vacation somewhere insanely cool. Like Fiji or Kyoto or ummmm....Vegas would work.

Pondering: Some sketches I made for the ongoing (still) Tarot Deck project. (will it ever be finished? Only Time Can Tell...)

Suprised at: the fact that I have Day 3 of the Bad Workweek ahead of me, and yet I can still shimmy to rockabilly. Optimistic? Or just insane?

Looking forward to: another meeting of the Flying White Samurai Knitters tonight after work. Yeah, baby!!!

Hoping for: some peace and quiet, some downtime, uhhhh.....maybe for something cool to happen...heh...

So there you are......

*collapses into a chair*

I am SPENT!!!

Happily, Ben the Neighbor and Pipa Pete to the rescue...I have a RedNeck Special in my hand, and I've just had some chocolate.

But early bedtime tonight....if not on the keyboard. Right now.
*Head thumps on keys, followed by snores*