I had a four-day weekend because at the Oghr show last Thursday I fell down the stairs… it was dark, I'd had a well-made Long Island, I was wearing 6-inch platforms, et cetera. Take your pick.

The tumble did something funny to my ankle but it didn't hurt. However I was limping the next day and it did hurt, so I decided that I was 'sick.' But I didn't bother to call in though. 

Unlikely arrived in the afternoon. The next sixty hours were consumed by the business of setting it up, cleaning up the mess of the exploded cow-spotted boxes, this and that. I say business because there was very, very little play involved. It was Blah.

Meanwhile my foot got better.

On Sunday night I was forced by circumstance to go to this thing in Pasadena. *side note: I wish dead people would stay dead* Thistle was there so that was good. But it was rave-ish. It was 'nice' but we left after an hour.

And yesterday I was just bored. I saw "The Dish" and immediately felt better.