  "Cauterized for Your Protection" If you look outside the nightmare of personal troubles (hahaha...), I have a perty great little life. Tonight is shaping up to be nothing less than the second coming of Christ. I get to go see my FAVOURITE band of the last ten years tonight at Coors. Mr. Mark is taking me, Stro, the boy who I once wanted to drown in the toilet for saying something stupid to me after a night of consequence-free sex. Yall remember now. Hes tried and tried to make it up to me (Ive only seen him once by chance at a PB bar since that crappy morning). I think this night will overshadow his verbal blunder. Its RADIOHEAD, for Gods sake!! Glad I got to my marathon of reading earlier in the week.
Doesnt look like Ill be doing much more today than nursing a hangover and making ground towards another one. And hitting the Adams Avenue Street Fair to do some more used book shopping. Luis reclaimed a bunch of his books from my shelves last night. Well, tit for tat, Im asking for my Thomas Pynchon collection back! (Mason-Dixon might tip the car alla Fred Flintstone) I didnt completely think about it the other night, but when I sent out the blog renewal notice, I added a couple of email addresses to the mix that I shouldnt have. No, not to the folks. It would hurt them far too much to read this crapola. But to Hayton and Martha Stoddard-Holmes, profs of mine whove made their way into my address books.
Im using the laptop  a whole different interface of settings and such that Im not used to. Outlook is a pain on this puter, so I use an online access that goes directly to SIMS. So, oops. I can smell an anxiety attack from here. Hopefully, Ill be so post-coital from the concert that I wont notice I have reason to feel ashamed for the unnatural exposure when I show my face at school tomorrow.
My stomach is already turning. (yet, whats the diff? I tell all /you/ of the intimate details of my sickness. What, like theyre going to give me a public caning for the offence of putting things to words? Relax, jackass) Oh my, its RADIOHEAD! I cant wait, I cant wait. I need to get moving here smoke a bit to shake the hangover. Magic cure known by professional drunks around the globe. 
