A day off. Everybody bow down & worship at the altar of its dayoffiness, as I am this very moment. Woke up at 6 am with the Belly Full O' Guinness Blues & a cat sleeping soundly on my full-to-bursting bladder. Fell back into bed after putting out the cat & relieving the bladder only to fall back to sleep for an additional 5 & a half hours. Delicious. Could do it again if not for the fact that lolling about in bed on the first day off I've had since, ummm ... Sunday before last I believe, just doesn't make sense.

Day off means ... pay some bills & feel like an adult & send off some ducats to Rad-Boy for the plane ticket & buy some new jeans & boots for my trip & wish a little I didn't have to come home after only a week this time. A day off means I can bum out in my favorite PJ's smelling of last night's outing (booze, drank up by me & cigarettes, smoked by everyone other than me - even though everyone I saw had the familiar little yellow pack of my American Spirit lights & it made me so jealous I wasn't powering through a pack of my own, but I didn't so much as bum a drag ... good girl, for that I earn a CD shopping trip) & bone up on my Mrs. Pac-Man so's I can be sure to properly spank Huffy when I get to the Springs. A day off means I can have lunch & coctails with my Jenny & buy that cute orange hat at Artifax I've been coveting & wander around looking in windows & chatting about our mutual plans to move withing the next few months. We made a drunken pact last night that if we aren't moved to Colorado (me) & Oregon (she) by June then we're gonna say fuck it & get a place in Chico together.

Drunken pacts are the best thing ever aside from having someone with which to make a drunken pact.

My day off also means I can finish transferring another shelf of my CD collection onto the new Ipod. Old Ipod had some issues & Circuit City had to give me a new one (against their wishes, hah bitches, extended warranties rock my argyles). So the 3,876 songs I had so far uploaded on the old one ... well, I've got to do those all again on the new one ... along with the rest of my collection. Oi! The tedious task challenges my time limits. The new Ipod has video & picture capability though & is sleek & black & oh so easy to scratch so I'm dorking out & leaving the protective plastic film on until I find a case that fits it. Old Ipod was a clunky beast in comparison, so its case just won't do.

I want falafel.

Went to Off Limits last night to see Socially Pink play & had an effing blast doing so. We hadn't seen 'em play in a long while & Dain looks the same (maybe a little less drunk than usual as he's stopped drinking) but Steve & Schwenk were sporting these Jim Morrisonesque heads of flowing locks that kept Jenny & I in grins all night long. They were shaved bald forever so all this hair they've grown makes it look like they moved to Seattle & joined Pearl Jam (circa 1991). They sounded so good & two of the other three bands were swell as well. One wasn't my cup of tea ... a bit too much on the um, too-much-going-on-at-the-same-time side for my musical taste. Saw a lot of familiar faces, none of them toothless. Gave out a lot of smiles & a lot of hugs. No brawls broke out ... no tweakers tried to hit on us ... no drinks spilled on our purses or vomit splashed on our boots ... no white trash girls giving us the evil eye for having sense enough to fully clothe ourselves while they stand by smoking Dorals, teeth (tooth?) chattering, shivering in their tube tops while shimmery eye shadow shimmers hopefully beneath the dim bar lights. Nope, none of that at all. Refreshing.

Laundry time.

In just over two weeks I'll be on a plane, on my way to see Rad-Boy. My belly's already starting to flip flop nervously.

Or maybe it's just the Guinness.

:blowing my speakers: Fruit Bats ~ Legs of Bees
:feeding my head: Maya Angelou ~ I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
:rotting my brain: Garden State

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