Ok, half of TL is here, and we’re tripping balls. My head feels like a plastic balloon, and the dog crawls across the couch with a nervous detention. ER is here. He’s been out for the past five days, partying, working and playing his music through his days. It feels like I’m wucking my fingers at the keyboard, and I’m nearly amazed that anything happens. Or that I’m moving, really. CC took Dot out. She’s sleeping and in a ball in the lap. It’s tired, and wet outside. Dub Trio is massaging through the air and we feel good. The dog’s now asleep, and SE is doing the chores. M’s woken up and is annoying everyone. ER gets him calmed down. I laugh and my eyes leak from the laughing. ER talks about a dude he met last night.
“He’s talking about politics, or some shit. And he said ‘Shit, dude is that a wedding ring?’” But the son of a bitch had the wrong finger… Read the rest of this entry ?
