Thursday, August 18, 2011

Woken early by whining old dog, weird new meds. Compact fluorescent fell from a high ledge & popped, slipped on my hazmat suit & grabbed the shopvac for a quick cleanup.

Been watching A Taste for Death. Brings back riding the Watertown-Cambridge bus back in 89, ghoulish lady across from me reading that as we rode past the striking AT&T workers. These days the mothership is called Verizon & the P.D. James is streaming to me over the Internet. Still no flying cars.

L's taking the next couple days off to make wedding cookies, not the Mexican kind, the LGBT friendly kind, some dipped in chocolate.

Kid was going to come visit, didn't, no gig, big drag.

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