Pressure Drop

I FIXED MY COMPUTER!!!!!!! FOR FREE. IT INVOLVED REMOVING THE LCD BEZEL. I FEEL EMPOWERED. YEA.

It's also very warm and I'm going to cook delicious food with my friends. This is a good weekend.

whooop.

Gusher Case

I feel hungover from the nice weather. We're all so tired today. I know I'll be so tired tomorrow.
Me and the baby boys who aren't so much babies anymore rode the bus for the first time without a million grownups telling us what to do, and all of a sudden their world got so big. The possibilities unfolded as each stop passed us by; We could ride the bus to Millennium Park and play in the water or we could go to see sharks and oh the adventures that nice weather bring.

Yesterday I spent two and one half hours glazing building blocks for friends in outrageous colors. My neck and lungs sort of hurt, but hopefully the end product will be worth the pain. I still haven't got tired of playing with clay!

And oh I just can't wait to see S. and stay up late and drink wine or not and hold hands and I don't care if it has only been two weeks I still can't wait to see his lovely face.

Beat It as sung by Leonard Cohen

This weekend was exactly what I needed (wild, fun, interesting). I got to hang out with a bunch of people in a bunch of different settings and for once when I was home I didn't feel like I was neglecting anyone!

I'm not completely funk free, but boy do I feel better, AND it's supposed to be sunny and 65 degrees out tomorrow!

Yes.

Woe is Moi!

I really hate when I get like this!
Anyway this weekend should be decent.

Aaaand this morning one of my kids peed into a toy cooking pot and it made me laugh more than it made me angry that he was peeing in pots instead of potties. That's a good start right?

I just need to get out more. Rumour has it, it's supposed to be nice out tomorrow.

Mine's Not a High Horse

Something I wrote a few days ago on a rainy afternoon.

Apology to Paul Simon: Strange and Mournful Day Little Darling of Mine.
It was a rainy day and she felt all alone.
She laid in the middle of the floor while listening to her favorite rainy day man stream from the speakers of her computer which she imagined was an old radio and that instead of a high rise on a rainy day she was somewhere green and nostalgic.
Some days she felt as if she knew no one and nobody knew her.


Still girl tomorrow's another day.

Earlier today I sat in a cafe sipping tea and reading the most depressing book I've ever read in my entire life (Messiah, Gore Vidal), and on the radio played a trio of strings that plucked the melancholy right out of my stomach and plopped it on the table for me to stare at. What gives?

I feel like the most unremarkable creature that ever lived. The only place I've felt really good at lately is my ceramics class! Why the heck am I so off? Is this the last croaks of winter getting their miserable kicks on me before sweet spring sets in? Is this funk lingering from troubles past or coming from projected future troubles?

I think I've just been watching too much television. I'm such a rat in the winter. Instead of avoiding people the whole season I should just completely avoid books and television; I'm too impressionable and easily bored, respectively. These are the times I wish I still played soccer!

321 Funk Be GONE! (Ireallyneedtogetoutmoredomoresmilemorehangoutmore).

Blahbbity Blog

Here I am again late at night tired as heck and

supersicknauseousmaybegonnathrowupbutmaybejustburpdisgustingfeelingfrumptasticawful.

I have not been feeling well lately and it's starting to affect my brain too. I should probably go to the doctor soon. Sucks without health insurance. My stomach is a real ass. ha. Hope it's not something serious...

Also, late night television is silly. Decent, then bad, then awful, and if you stay up late enough, for some reason, it gets good again. (Captain Ron anyone?)

March Madness

Can you believe it's already March!? I cannot.

I want to throw my computer out the window BTW. Vista is the scourge of my existence. I WILL NEVER BUY ANOTHER WINDOWS PRODUCT again!! Also, I wish I was more computer literate so I could tell you exactly WHY this computer is the biggest hunk of crap.

On a sunnier note ... it's sunny and warm. Huzzah.

I feel like a feral cat.

Dreamt of a Fever

I've been meaning to post something everyday for the past week. My head has been filled with all kinds of knives. Winter is dragging itself out like an eternal snow, and I swear come homelessness this is the last Midwestern winter that I will bear for the next five years of my life. I wasn't engineered in such an absurd way. I will never love snow so long as it touches the ground.

I'm itchy, restless, pale, and tired.

Slightly more interesting:
I missed the Oscars. I dig the Oscars. They are one of the only live things left on television and that usually proves to be at the very least amusing. But mostly, I rrreallly love movies. Did you know this about me? I do, so much. I also like to see all the people made up all classy like. I hope I have a chance once in my life to get all gussied up like that! Anyway long story short, Slumdog Millionaire took the cake and I couldn't be happier. It's a great movie, good story, full of (now famous) unknowns, and it showcases India one of my favorite countries to dream about/accents to hear. But of course I never pay attention to time so I missed the ceremony, oh well there's always next year.

Much more interesting:
Chicago Freedom to Marry Actions. Everyone is all pissed about California, but what about the other 51 states? Kudos to the sit in at the Cook County Department of Vital Records that place doesn't look like it should have anything to do with love and marriage! Second class citizenship sucks and it's unacceptable. Come over I will make you a marriage license and it will be waaay better than anything the Vital Records dept. could stamp out!

ASIDE: Beautiful monuments stand for beautiful ideas, but they're just ideas. Paraphrased, I just heard that on t.v. and that is why I love Anthony Bourdain. DC Mothafuckas!

On a sad note: I stubbornly upgraded my iTunes and now it doesn't work at all! Of course it has to stop working when I just acquired a great deal of music that needs to soothe my wintersad ears.

Finally: I've carved out a spot for your head in my lap. I will stroke your hair and muff my fears. I promise not to fart. I can't promise that, but I promise to always have a lap for your head to rest on when it gets too heavy.

Who can help me with iTunes, because it is not Apple. :(

For the finale? A passage from a book that I just finished. A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier by Ishmael Beah. It is heart achy and eye opening.

"The street that a minute before had been filled with banners and noise was now a silent graveyard full of restless souls fighting to reconcile their sudden deaths."

One of the better blocks of text I've read in a long time.

Love me Like a Rock

Last night I hosted a very delicious and successful pre-vday potluck. I have a typewriter in my bedroom and this was written on the paper: There once was a big boner that met a smaller boner in the gardens of Sicily. It was super weird when they shook hands.

I have no idea who typed it, but it made me laugh a lot this morning. Ha ha, I have totally neat (and weird) friends.

And this:

Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you.

Shake Notes

My wisdom tooth is poking through and it hurts to smile and eat and live. I'm also rrreally tired even though I fell asleep at approx. 11:30 last night. My left tonsil looks like Freddy Kreuger, and I think I have an ear infection.

On a brighter note, tomorrow will be sixty degrees and sunny which will undoubtedly melt my pains away. And announced tonight at the Grammys ... Blink-182 is back, this makes me happy mostly because it makes a certain someone I totally dig (I bet he's listening to them right now) and many of his friends giddy as school girls! I wonder when tour dates are going to be released?

Also, five day weekend, wah-freakin-hoooo.

I'm Ready For Take Off.