h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

25Nov2004
Spent a wonderful Turkey day eating, re-arranging the drum kit (and annoying the neighbors with them), and generally just lying around reading and watching movies, tho' I did step out to the Wal-Mart to finish up some Christmas shopping, followed by the best part of any Thanksgiving, the leftover turkey sandwiches!!

The drums are great, and finally starting to come together where I can play them a bit and be satisfied, whereas for several months now I would sit down, bang a drum or two, move a few things, bang again and quickly get so fed up I'd walk away. About every two weeks I'd sit down after work with the tools and try to tune and reposition so I could do a run down them. Now, at the wife's urging I've pulled them out of the corner and they're basically in the center of the room downstairs. (I know, she insisted! I was very surprised, but she doesn't want me having to move things to get in and out from behind the kit. More furniture shuffling will have to be done in the near future, but not today!) The toms are now still slightly out of tune, but close and finally decently muffled, but more importantly they're (almost) positioned well. I thought I had them close a few days ago and in the middle of some song I crossed the left hand over the right to whack a tom and instead whacked the shit out of my right forearm.

Recently I've had a great deal of trouble sleeping, because for some odd reason I've had an ex-girlfriend on my mind. It's been 13 years since we dated and now for some reason I'm not only thinking about her, but I'm unable to sleep because of it. Not that I have bonafide psychic powers, but this type of thing usually means that I'll be getting a phone call or running into someone soon, not necessarily the person I'm expecting, either. And I hope not- last time I saw her was seven years ago her she was working a drive-thru in another state, and I've avoided going back there (the restaurant, not the state). At that time I was still so messed up from our relationship I still hated her and wanted her at the same time. Wanting to scream epithets and simultaneously wanting to tell someone you're meant to be together is a truly unique experience, and hopefully won't happen again. So I wisely said nothing and drove off, plain cheeseburgers in hand.

Anyway, Tuesday about 3am the wife came in and found me with a pencil and notebook trying to write it all out of my system, and she scared the shit out of me, too. I've had something like 2 and 1/2 hours sleep in three days. When she asked I did tell her the real reason I couldn't sleep. She seems okay with it, and genuinely concerned for me, but I'm not sure how she took all that. (I decided on pencil and paper so that I would limit myself to the really important thoughts; with the keyboard I can just cook along and have what Stephen King calls "literary elephantitis", so using a pencil forces me to slow way down and limit myself a great deal more than the PC does.)

I finally crashed out after watching "elf" last night, and woke about an hour later needing to pee. I got up, went to the bathroom, peed, and on my way back to bed walked headfirst into a wall between two doorways. Full tilt, hurt like hell and I caught myself just above my right eye. No large bruises there as of yet, gratefully, but I was still so tired I went directly back to sleep.

Looking forward to picking up a few comics at a 40% off sale tomorrow, and that's about it for now.