My hands have finally started to thaw.

Bad circulation+malfunctioning furnace=cold. That issue was resolved yesterday.

I feel like I have a lot to say, but I'm totally censoring myself for some reason. I almost feel like if I start talking, I'll have a hard time stopping. I know a few of my friends are worried about me right now. I'm okay. I'm just kind of living inside my head.

Oh, I figured out a kitty food recipe that will make your cats love you more than they already do:

Layer one:
Gushy food.

Layer two:
Crunchies.

Layer three:
A few treats sprinkled on top.

I call it "Kitty Surprise!". Jinx didn't sneak up behind me and stare at the back of my head a much as she normally does. It was kind of a thing for me.

Haunted happenings.

We are right smack dab in the middle of my favorite part of the year. The leaves are falling, everything smells like burning leaves, and I have a constant urge for donuts. And pumpkin beer.

I think I will make this weekend an unofficial "all things weird and creepy" weekend.

Items on the agenda:

1. Many of you have heard me speak of my love for the Redford Theater. A beautiful building and a live organ. This Saturday evening, they are showing the classic "House of Wax" with Vincent Price. They will also have paranormal investigators talking about the theater. I am beyond excited for it.


2. Find a hell house. If you do not know what a hell house is, let me enlighten you.

Hell houses are haunted attractions typically run by American, fundamentalist Christian churches or parachurch groups. These depict sin, the torments of the damned in Hell, and usually conclude with a depiction of heaven. They are most typically operated in the days preceding Halloween, although they are not part of the holiday.

A hell house, like a conventional haunted-house attraction, is a space set aside in which actors attempt to frighten patrons with gruesome exhibits and scenes. The format is that the various scenes are presented as a series of short vignettes with a narrated guide. Unlike haunted houses, hell houses focus on occasions and effects of sin or the fate of unrepentant sinners in the afterlife. They are scheduled during the month of October to capitalize on the similarities between hell houses and haunted attractions.

The exhibits at a hell house often have a controversial tone and focus on sins that are also issues of concern to evangelicals in the United States. Hell houses frequently feature exhibits that depict sin and its consequences. Common examples include abortion, suicide, use of alcoholic beverages[citation needed] and other recreational drugs, adultery and pre-marital sex, occultism, homosexuality, and Satanic ritual abuse. Hell houses typically emphasize the belief that anyone who does not accept Christ as their personal savior is damned to Hell.

I have been interested in attending one of these for a couple of years now, but I can never find any in Michigan. I kind of would like to see the people running it, and see what it is like. The people watching would be incredible. I know I'd be willing to make a trip.

3. http://theshadowlands.net/places/michigan.htm is a great resource for haunted places here in our great state. A lot of it is hokey, but if you do a little digging, I am quite confident that you will find something that may interest you.

4. I plan on purchasing my Halloween costume, and for that, I will most likely hit up Halloween Bazaar. http://www.halloweenbazaar.com/

5. Sample different pumpkin beers. The Rochester Mills Brewing Company (which is a very short stumbling distance from my apartment) has New Holland Ichabod as their guest tap this month.

If any of these activities sound interesting to you, let me know. It's always more fun with a group!

Unbelieveable.

I thought my bad luck had passed. After all the craziness of last winter/spring, my life had started to calm down. My panic has been under control, and I had finally begun to pull myself out of a deep depression. I was reconnecting with friends, my job was going well, and I was really excited for birthdays, weddings, new tattoos, hanging out by the pool with Katie, and long nights drinking porch beers with my friends.

Sunday night, we went to the Belmont in Hamtramck. We had a great time chatting it up with Tait and Darcie, and it was a great night. On Monday, we celebrated Eric's birthday. We went to schedule an appointment for his new tattoo (a birthday gift from me) and played skee-ball at Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum. We stopped by his parent's house so Eric could open gifts. Huey the cat came out to get pets and wish Eric a happy birthday before retreating to his chair. We then headed out for a nice evening with friends in downtown Utica. Right as the night was winding down, we get a text message from Chelsie, Eric's sister. Huey had hurt his paw jumping off his chair and he was in a lot of pain. Huey is a 17 year old cat, and has been very sick. Seizures, strokes, and renal failure. We went right over to the house, and instantly, I was in tears watching this poor cat try to get around and hide. We made the horrible decision to take Huey to the vet to be put down. Eric and I took Huey to a 24-hour vet. The whole way, he was crying, and so was I. I tried my best to comfort him on his last car ride. I was bawling as we walked him in to the vet. We signed all the papers, and they took Huey into the back. They made a pawprint in clay. We spent some time with him, and then it was time. I gave him a kiss and some gentle pets and walked out. It was fast, and he didn't suffer. The ride back to the house was quiet. Neither one of us knew what to say. After dropping off Huey's pawprint and giving hugs, we went home. It was very late. I had a meeting at the office the next day, but Sara and Katie knew what was going on with Huey, and I told them to tell everyone that I couldn't make it.

I wish I would have gone to the meeting.

Recently, Starbucks announced that it would be closing 600 corporate-run stores nationwide. Lots of different things factored into the decisions on what stores to close. I was positive that my store was safe. Yeah, we have been slower than normal, but between the Art and Apples festival and the holiday light fiasco, we made up for it.

Or so I thought.

My store is closing. I have a choice between a possible store transfer or a severance package. I really don't know what I should do. I just know that I am scared and really sad. I love my store, and my coworkers are family to me.

I have been sitting around all day reeling from the events of the last two days. If only I could go back 48 hours so I can spend just a little more time before shit hit the fan. I know that a lot of people are far worse off than me. But, as my dad said to me yesterday, I have never been able to deal with change well. It takes a long time for me to adjust to new routines, places, and people.

I know I'll be fine, but I'm feeling pretty lousy right now.

Shadowplay

I have recently rediscovered Joy Division. Today, I was (and still am) feeling under the weather, and I decided to read "Touching From a Distance" by Deborah Curtis, wife of Joy Division front man Ian Curtis. While it was a really compelling read, sometimes the ideas you have about certain things and people are much better than the reality. She paints a very bitter picture of him, partly because I believe some of it was true, and some of it was bitterness over the failed marriage and the anger and guilt of his eventual suicide. I have always been a big fan of Factory Records and the Manchester music scene from the late 70's through the 80's. In my opinion, some of the most brilliant, innovative, and influential music came out of this town during this time.

Anyway, I thought I would share a few of my favorite Joy Division clips.



"Transmission", September 15, 1979




"Shadowplay", 1978, Granada Reports.




"She's Lost Control", September 15, 1979




"Love Will Tear Us Apart" April, 1980

Sunshine

I went to Mr. B's with Brian earlier this afternoon to talk about fabulous things and sit in the sunshine. The rooftop deck is marvelous. But now I have a sunburn. Ow.

I'm really looking forward to Kevin's visit this weekend. Should be good times.

I have an idea for a story I want to write. Now I need to actually get my lazy ass to work on it. Maybe if it is nice on Sunday, I'll go to the park and write.

I have had this weird thing going on lately, where I crave solitude, but I can't stand being by myself. I'll go places and completely zone out, but I don't want to stay at home. I feel self-conscious about my lack of input in a group conversation, and then I over-compensate, and then I feel ridiculous. I don't know. I'm an odd girl. That probably doesn't make sense at all.

My insomnia is kicking my ass.

One last thing before I quit.

Shit planet

So...my life has been really intense over the last week or so. I'm dealing with some some major personal stuff, I haven't been sleeping, and I've kind of sunk into a little bit of a slump. I try not to talk about it or complain about it too much, because I know there are people far worse off than me. But yeah...I've been feeling pretty lousy lately. Things are starting to really pile up and I am starting to feel like I will never be able to catch up or get some rest.

Towards the end of my day at work, the weather warmed up, the sky cleared, and it was a gorgeous evening. I think it is marvelous how something as simple as a nice evening can lift you up, even a tiny bit.

Speaking of work, I had something kind of gross and weird happen today. Our pest control man came to change out our stuff we use to keep bugs away. Since I was the manager on duty, he asked me if we were having any issues. I told him that we were having a bit of a fruit fly problem. He said they were coming from the floor drain. He told me to pour hot water and bleach down there, and that should do the trick.

Well, since I had it fresh on my mind and nothing else to do, I started pouring water down the drain. The water wasn't draining down, so I figured that the drain was clogged. So, I went to the hardware store to buy some industrial strength drain cleaner. Which is basically just sulfuric acid. I started to pour it, and smoke came up. While that was kind of cool, I kind of stepped back, because I was afraid of toxic fumes, or something of that nature. It's a good thing I stepped way back, because what happened next was outrageously disgusting.

*The faint of heart might want to skip this paragraph.*

Instead of the water going down into the drain, where it belongs, raw sewage started bubbling up out of the drain. I shit(pardon my pun) you not. It was one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. The whole store smelled like crap. I've never seen a busy Starbucks clear out so fast. We may have been been breaking a rule by not evacuating, being that we had a major biohazard in our back room, but that would mean I would have to call Cece, and I just wasn't willing to do that. We got the mess cleaned up, and the sewage stopped coming up. I did make an emergency call to a plumber, and invited anyone I knew to come into the back room and ask them if they could smell anything. Ha...I have the sense of humor of an eleven year old boy, and I love it.

So, because of that, we kept all the doors wide open, and I was able to enjoy the beautiful evening.

I'm off for the next couple of days. I have a few things going on...I'm going to a show tomorrow night, and have some plans in the works for Saturday. I just hope I'm able to relax a little bit. I feel like I have been rode hard and put away wet.

I know I'm right.

But that doesn't make it any easier. I just did a really scary thing, but I know it was the right thing to do.

Now I just need to breathe.

Lazy saturday night in.

So, after the craziness of last night, I decided to lay low and watch some movies tonight.

Yesterday evening began with a trip to Kailie's bonfire. Which was fun. Her friends seemed very nice, and it was a perfect evening to sit outside.

After Kailie's bonfire, the party moved on to the D. Steve had invited a few of us for Rock band and beer. By the time I got there, I was already pretty buzzed. But damn it, I tried to take pictures anyway, and I told other people to take the camera and do the same.



Here, you will see me doing the only thing I can do when I play Rock Band.



Steve and Jenn thought it would be a great idea to sing "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys as a duet. They got booed off the stage.



Rawk.



Next to my Jinx, this is the most beautiful cat in the world. Her name is Cass, and she belongs to Steve's brother, Dan. She just had a fur-cut. And she has devil eyes here.



Aww.

So, later in the night (or earlier in the morning depending on how you look at it), we had the fabulous drunken idea to make Zipfizz cocktails.

To make a Zipfizz cocktail, you need three things:



Zipfizz, crappy vodka, and coffee mugs.



As you can see here, Zipfizz cocktails please everyone.

This morning, I woke up to Steve's loud cell phone and a man and a woman having an AWESOME fight on the street below. I couldn't really get the jist of it, but I definitely heard the phrase "You've been creepin'". I left Detroit with a smile on my face.

When I got home, I settled in for a afternoon of laziness. I watched one of my favorite movies of all time, "The 'Burbs", watched some crappy television, ate some ice cream, and watched some pretentious indie movie I ordered from Netflix. Now, I'm kind of itching to get out and do something, but would take a lot of effort on my part, and I think my laziness today trumps my desire to go out.

The guys might get mad at me for this one.

I think it's weird that my tampons have inspirational quotes on the wrapper, such as "Get in the game!" and "Never give up!".

Pink flamingos decorate my yard.

So, I haven't posted a lot of blogs lately. I've been busy with a lot of things. Mainly work and the fun stuff that comes with late spring/ early summer. Everyone is coming out of the proverbial winter hibernation and there a lot of fun things to do as the weather gets nicer.

But I have been taking photographs.



Here, you see what I have done with my pathetic excuse for a front yard. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a huge fan of kitschy, gaudy stuff. What could be more tacky than pink flamingos?

Another summertime tradition which has started back up are nights on Sara's porch listening to music and drinking a couple of beers.



It's still a little on the cold side, as you can see. Sara looks uncomfortable.



As does Brad.

Another thing that I have been all about lately is getting out of the house more often. A few of you may know about my recent anxiety attacks, one of which landed me in the hospital and prompted me to go back on my meds for my depression and anxiety, which I had weaned myself off of. One of the things I was taking was Klonopin, which is a tranquilizer, and I didn't want to do a whole lot of anything when I was on it. I'm feeling more stable on my medication now, and my doctor took me off of Klonopin, and put me on something that will perk me up a little more. I haven't noticed its effects as of yet, but I feel a lot better than I did while I was taking the other stuff.

So yeah...getting out of the house.



That's Bryan and I at Mr. B's. I go to Mr. B's a lot....it's so close to my work (like three doors down), I know all the people there, and it's pretty cheap.

Last friday, my friend Katie and I had a girl's day which was really fun. It consisted of sushi, sake, Target, Dollar Treasure, Main Street Billiards, and us witnessing a drunken bar brawl at 7pm in front of Mr. B's. I ended the night with Eric at Gusoline Alley, where we went to meet up with Steve Seck and Darcie.

Anyway, while I was at Target, I found something magical.

Some of you may remember this:



When we first got Huey, I found this gem at Target. It's made for cats, and it velcros together, so the cat can easily take it off. Huey LOVES wearing it.

So, imagine my delight when I found these:



Yup, that's right. Little sailor cat collars! Huey really likes this new addition to his wardrobe.

Jinx, however....



She's less than pleased, but she'll at least wear it. Not like the Christmas bow I tried to get her to wear.



One last thing of note. Last Christmas, Mark Christopher gave me a box of records that his parents had for me to rifle through. There was mostly stuff I didn't want, and a few things I'm planning on passing on to Steve. However, in the middle of the box was this weird rainbow colored wad of polyester. I pulled it out and discover it's true awesome-ness.



It's a freakin' hooded robe!!!



Now I can either join the Polyphonic Spree or start a cult. I haven't figured out which yet. Plus I need to figure out how to get the smell of mothballs and the seventies out of it.

Dear reader, you probably haven't made it this far. But if you have, I applaud your determination to finish reading this long photo journal of the last couple of weeks. As for right now....I have some stuff to do before work.

Facebook is wacky.

So, my Mom and my Aunt are now friends on my facebook page.

I find this odd for the following reasons:

1. In my warped mind, no one over the age of forty uses social networking sites, and if they do, it's through their boring job or they are perverts.

2. My Mom and Aunt Pam have a completely different set of morals than I do. While I totally respect that, I'm interested to see how much I will censor myself from this point on. I don't expect any of my friends to do the same, nor would I ask anyone to.

3. I have some mildly scandalous (not sexy-wise, just smoking and alcohol-related) photos in my albums. My Mother and my Aunt are both Mormon, and while they know that I'm an adult, I live on my own, and I can do whatever I want....I wouldn't light a cigarette in front to my Mom or drink beer in front of my Aunt out of respect for their beliefs.


Still, even with it being odd....I am thrilled to have them as relatives and friends on facebook. Now...the search begins for my father on myspace. Lord help me.

So, my friend Johnny is a connoisseur of dive bars. And I like dive bars, so I'm a good adventure companion. He foung this gem of a place in Madison Heights somewhere. They had giant PBR brafts for like $2.50, comfy bar stools, fabulous people watching (one guy was this sweet old man who looked like my grandpa and he told me he had worked at Tiger Stadium for fifteen years. I ordered a bottle of PBR, and he said "That's my girl!". I loved him. There was also some scary guy who looked like V from "V fot Vendetta".).

After awhile, Johnny and I left and headed back to the old stomping ground of Gusoline Alley. Not only did I sit at the bar (which I am pretty sure is a first for me), but they made me a mojito (they had mint left over from mint julips). I got a couple of pics while I was there.



Old friends!





Half of Johnny's face, me, and Jim.





So, yeah....last night was a lot of fun. It's really nice having those friends that never go away...you may fall out of touch of a bit, but they are always around. There is something very comforting in that.

I have to close at work tonight. Which shouldn't be too bad. At least it isn't a midshift.

I like when my friends come to visit.

In honor of Steve Seck and Christopher Hiller being in town, I'm thinking of having a big bar night/party here. The weekend of the 12th. While I do not own Rock Band (yet), I do know of lots of fun things to do around the area.

If I was to put together such an event....would there be any takers?

Rant.

I rarely let things really or people bother me too much. If they do, I don't bother other people with my nonsense. It sounds harsh, but I am pretty good at cutting people out of my life if I find them to be damaging to me. And I rarely feel guilt or pain over it.

I keep most people, even my closest friends (hell, even Eric to a certain extent), at a distance. I don't like letting people in because I usually end up disappointed and hurt. It's not that I don't love the people in my life....a girl couldn't ask for better friends. I've just been through a lot and I know how things can happen. I don't want to sound so jaded, because it is such a cliche, but it is true. I don't like not being able to completely trust people, but that is the way I am. I've always been that way, even when I was a little girl. When my dad left my mom for some other lady when I was five, I refused to see him for over a year. That that is beyond the point. The point is, I don't like letting people get to close to me because I'm scared they will let me down.

My mistake is that I trusted someone recently. I completely opened up and let my guard down. I thought I had made a lifelong best friend who I could always turn to for support and guidance.

I was wrong, and boy.....it fucking stings.

I have never felt so betrayed. And rarely have I felt so hurt.

Oddly enough, I'm not as sad about the friendship ending as I am angry at myself for letting things get to the point to where I could feel so bad about it.

I know all of this sounds ridiculous, bitchy, whiny, etc., but I really needed to get it out.



In other news, Steve really helped me out last night. Thank you. I am forever indebted to you.

Rock Band hurt me.

Seriously?

Another Rock Band related injury.

I know I don't have to bang the microphone. But it is fun.

I shouldn't play that game, or stop doing vocals.

This is, quite possibly, the best picture of me ever taken.

Sue and Dick are two of my regulars at my job. They are great. They are parent-ish age, always bring us food (they look at the schedule, and if I'm working, they will even bring me something vegetarian to snack on). Last year, for my birthday, they gave me fifty bucks. They do it for everyone. They are just very generous, selfless people.

Anyway, Sue, Dick, and I got on a conversation about music. How I love music from the fifties and sixties, and the eighties and nineties. I totally skip over the seventies (with a few exceptions).

Lo, and behold, the next day, Sue brings me this giant box set called "Have a Nice Decade" filled with every hit by pretty much every band of note from the seventies. It took up a gig on my ipod.

Sometimes, I put my ipod on random and do stuff around the house. Last time I tried to do that, I got an earful of "Brand New Key" by Melanie. No more.

Yesterday, I put my ipod in its little docking station near the bathroom and proceeded to back-comb my hair (I love big hair. I think it is genetic. My grandmother lived in Texas for 20 years.). I was listening to Pavement, and the last track finished. Then Peter Frampton started playing.

I have never cared for Peter Frampton. But I remember having a conversation with my father not long ago about music. About the records that every kid on the block had and completely changed your life. He said "Frampton Comes Alive" was one of them for him and his contemporaries. Another was "Alive" by Kiss, and "Who's Next" by The Who, and a bunch of other ones I can't recall (we were most likely having this conversation over a few pinks of Guinness).

I was thinking about that conversation ever since I heard that song come on my ipod (and as i tripped over Jinx while I ran to change the song). What are the songs or albums that changed my generation. For me, I'd say the Blue Album by Weezer.

I am now opening this up to debate. I'm curious to see what other people come up with. All my readers range in age from early 20's to early 30's., so I'd consider it a pretty even playing field.

Discuss.





PS: If anyone would like to join me for lunch, beer, or coffee this afternoon here in scenic downtown Rochester, let me know.

Funny how you get certain songs stuck in your head.

Wasn't the question you asked me
It wasn't the answer I gave
That made me feel like I was on a train
Was a distant voice
Made me make a choice
That I had to get the fuck out of this town
I got a lot of things to do
A lot of places to go
I've got a lot of good things coming my way
And I'm afraid to say that you're not one of them.




In other news....a great weekend was had. Not only did I make new friends, go to a fun party, talk Tigers baseball with a bunch of guys who look like they run party stores (I've never seen so much gelled hair in one place), take some epic naps, drink pina coladas with the most adorable girl ever!, wore skirts and dresses, hear a really funny joke, but I finally told off my least favorite coworker. It was pretty great.

Looking forward to more weekends like this in the future.

Taxman.

So, today was the first time in my life that I actually waited until April 15th to file my taxes. Oh, don't get me wrong. I calculated my return back in February. I expected money back. I always get money back.

I owe two dollars to the federal government.

Seriously. What the fuck. George, you really need those two dollars? I'm not pissed about not getting the return. I can live without the money I usually get back. But having me pay two dollars is ridiculous.

So after work, I have to haul ass to the post office so I can send the IRS a check for two dollars and have my pathetic envelope postmarked by midnight. I wasn't about to pay the e-file fees if I owed (which Turbo Tax makes you pay like ten dollars to e-file. I'm not paying that on principle alone).

At least I get money back from the state.

Huey's nuts.

Huey 2 had his little cotton ball nuts snipped today. He is groggy and stumbling around. If anyone wants to come over and give him gentle pats, let me know. Jinx is being a total twat about it, hissing and growling at him.

I'm also making vegetarian tacos for dinner. You can bring the beer.

Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart.

So, last Saturday, I played Rock Band for an extended period of time. I was doing some crazy rock star moves ("More Than a Feeling" by Boston and a LOT of beer will do that to you). I woke up the next morning with a sore ribcage. I chalked it up to being sore from moving around so much and went on with my week. Progressively, the pain has moved to one side (my right, your left) and has gotten much worse. I tried using a Bengay patch (I smelled like an old man), to no avail. Ibuprofen and tylenol have done nothing. It almost feels like the pain is inside of my bone, not on the muscles surrounding it. Which begs the question, how in the hell might I have cracked a rib? I live a moderately violence-free life (with the exception of the occasional friend love tackle). I'm going to give it another day, and then I'm going to go on my insurance website and find a new doctor in my area. I hated my last one.

Here's the thing though. I can't stand going to the doctor's office. I don't like people I don't know seeing me in my underpants and dainties and touching me. Hell, I don't like ANYONE I know touching me. I don't like sitting on paper covered chair-things, and I don't like reading Highlights For Kids in the waiting room. I abhor being sick. I avoid the doctor's office at all costs, and it seems like I've had to go more and more often as of late. But when it gets to where it hurts to sneeze, laugh, or cough...I guess I should go. Not looking forward to navigating the labyrinth that is the Aetna website again, though.

In other news, I don't know if any of you follow my Last.fm widget, but you'll notice some really weird stuff on there. I went through a bunch of CD's I have and did a mass upload afternoon. So, giggle at my horrible taste. I don't care. I like it.

Katie's house.

So, last night we all got together for Wii and beer at Katie's house. It ended up turning into a big drunken night with lots of belly laughs, dancing, Guitar Hero, and weird drunken conversations about religion.

So....pictures.



Here, we have Joe. Joe is a guy I work with, and is quite possibly the most innocent and good kid I've ever met. Which makes it weird to see him here, drinking Jack Daniels out of a snifter. I'm glad I work with Joe. He's a nice guy and we can talk about the Tigers.



Sara, playing Singstar. I believe she was singing Erasure's "A Little Respect".



Katie and Joe getting ready to do a shot, and Katie making inappropriate hand gestures. Ha.



Joe and I. I'm no good at taking pictures of myself. My arms are too short.



Rocking it out, looking like a lesbian.



I believe I was dancing to some Lil' Mama.



Sarabeara and I.



Wii can get intense.



Joe and I. We all had him drinking all sorts of weird shots we made up. Not by force, of course. But I think it's starting to show a bit here.



Now, this is where things start to get fuzzy. We were playing Wii bowling and talking some major trash to each other.



Haha.

Anyway, I just got home not too long ago. Katie and I vegged around her house all afternoon watching bad TV. I think I'm going to read for a bit now.

I swear to the stars, I'll burn this whole city down

Waking up with a hangover is awful. However, it was worth it.

I have the sinking suspicion that today is going to be long and tedious. I hate it when my work tries to do some fucking giant media plug and mask it with the promise of better quality products. Seems like it happens more and more frequently as of late.

Beer and Guitar Hero/Karaoke Revolution with Katie and Precious Joe tonight. I'm looking forward to it.

I want to go to some Tigers games really soon. Let me know if you'd like to be my baseball buddy.

April 5th

So, yesterday was a fun day. I had to get up pretty early for a doctor's appointment, which went fairly well. Came home, took a little nap, and was excited to see that Netflix had delivered Unsolved Mysteries - Bizarre Murders. So I lounged about and watched that. In the meantime, Huey decided to scale the walls and landed himself on top of the kitchen cabinets.



Anyway, after that, it was pretty much time to leave to meet up with Steve and his friends for the Eels show. We had a few beers at the Magic Stick, and headed over to the Majestic. The show was really good. They showed the documentary "Parallel Worlds, Parallel Lives" before the show, which was rad, because I had been wanting to see it. It brings together two of my favorite things, Mark Oliver Everett and physics. The show was pretty good. Better than No Strings Attached, but not nearly as good as With Strings. From about fifty feet away, I was able to snap a couple of shots:





Anyway, I was able to obtain E's water bottle (yeah, now I'm THAT girl). After the show, we all went back to Steve and Dan's house and had a marathon Rock Band session. My throat is still sore. I didn't get home until 6am.

Today has been pretty lazy. I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. The rest of the day has been devoted to laying on the couch watching Scrubs on DVD and catnapping.

I've been loving this weather. It makes me want to be more productive. I want to go to the park and read soon. And go to a Tigers game. And do lots of fun outside stuff.

Soon.