December 5th, 2003

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The Thing ...

Tonight was another night at Quiet Storm, mostly spent taking pictures with Jonas and St. Peezy of The Thing That Will Be Mailed To anarqueso In The Very Near Future. Pictures may end up being posted here once they've been developed (and once anarqueso has The Thing ...).

Now I only have a few shots left on this roll of film. I have a funny feeling that this whole roll is going to be all about The Thing .... Maybe some pictures of my cats with The Thing ...? We shall see ...

The man hanging the new art show at Quiet Storm asked where I got The Thing ...; I told him the somewhat long story of stealing it from a convenience store in Philadelphia in 1990. He was bummed that it was not a thing that could be easily acquired (but, on hearing my description of anarqueso, he agreed that it sounded like she needed to be The Thing ...'s new owner).

After much picture taking, St. Peezy and I had a very random talk about a number of things, including mental health, memory, and how babies learn. I told him that now I always want to call him "St. Peezy," and not his given name, and he has given me the go-ahead. From now on, it's "St. Peezy" or nothin', babe.

St. Peezy and I also talked about what a rotten year this has been for just everyone. I started talking about all of the people that I've reconnected with whose lives are in the crapper. Once I thought of one person, then I instantly remembered another, and another, and another, until I started realizing that all of these wonderful people that I know are falling apart. What the fuck?

Also, I found out that Monica will be in town for a minute this weekend. Something to do with connecting flights and blah blah blah. She doesn't know if she'll have time to see me, but I'm optimistic. I miss her something awful. I sort of hope that it doesn't interfere with Vince's benefit, but I also sort of don't really care. I've put in plenty of time on Vince's projects over the past decade or so; in the grand scheme of things, my appearance on Saturday night doesn't really matter.

Just a bunch of random thoughts at nearly 1:00 in the morning. What's going on where you are?
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UPS can kiss my bell

At Quiet Storm yet again. Someone has fucked up the keyboard, and a good half dozen keys and no longer usable. I'll try to avoid using those letters, symbols and functions.

I suppose I'm killing time yet again ... til swimming ... til seeing Mom and Grandma (and Erma, the pug). It's snowing in Pittsburgh and has been since I woke up. This fucked up keyboard keeps typing double spaces when I hit the spacebar, and I'm sick of fixing it every damn time, so I'm just going to leave it be. UPS left me one of those yellow tags yesterday, said they tried to deliver a package, only I was home when they supposedly attempted delivery and I would have come down and signed for the package had they actually rung my doorbell rather than just sticking a note on the door and leaving. So I left a note on my door saying just that, and asking them to please ring the bell today, only now I'm not there, so whatcha gonna do? I also suggested they get a signature from Al across the street ... we'll see what happens. For future reference, should anyone feel the urge to send me a UPS package, please select the option that says they don't need a signature from me in person, OK?
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khaosinc, you rock my world!

I just got home a little while ago. When I got inside my building and up onto my porch, I saw that that UPS package had somehow managed to get itself delivered without the benefit of my signature. Woo hoo!

So I came inside and opened it up. khaosinc had sent me a Dead Duck rubber duckie (not sure what to make of that one), a Sigmund Freud Action Figure (tres appropriate, as I am The Psychologist's Daughter*), and, my favorite, Glow-In-The-Dark Sheep (like those glow in the dark stars that are plastered on the ceilings of every dorm room at Antioch, only, you know, sheep).

OK, first of all, how amazing is khaosinc that as soon as he heard I was having a rough time lately, his first response was to go online and send me a care package, full or weird and wonderful things (including a note that says "Giggle.. things you need in life" - I love that such a big, strong, tattooed man giggles). I immediately called and left what could only be described as a rambling thank you message on his answering machine (that is until some woman beeped in on the other line about a petition I signed who knows when, wanting me to come to a City Council meeting next week, but that's another story).

Well, I suspect I'm gushing, so I guess I'll end this here. khaosinc, you rock my world. You are the sweetest, sweetest man that I know. You have very strange taste in rubber duckies. I think that the Washington wilderness is playing tricks on your mind. Or maybe your mind is playing tricks on the Washington wilderness ... Many, many thanks.

* with apologies to He Who Shall Remain Nameless