My weekend was consumed by three things: redesigning MN Reads, Rock & Roll Bookclub, and reading. It was all the things I love most in the world combined into one weekend, well except for the monkey sex with Matt Dillon. But you can’t always get every single thing you want, right?
The great thing about the redesign is that when I do that kind of stuff (pretending like I know what the hell I am doing when it comes to editing php) it occupies a rarely-used part of my brain. This leaves the over-used part to kind of hang out and spin unattended and allows me to think wonderful thoughts. I have a lot of stuff to say about all those thoughts, as soon as I put them in a order that is understandable by someone other than me. A lot of it has to do with difficult art.
I learned a lot this weekend. At Rock & Roll Bookclub I learned quite a few things. First, when I go into my whose story is this and what does this character want spiel while discussing books all those assholes stop listening. Second, I am a diva.
Wolfdogg and Heather brought Rockband to Sister #2’s house and to say that I rocked the m-i-c would be an understatement. I sang so much, so loudly (and awfully) that my throat still hurts. By midnight I was barely croaking along to Social D. Here’s what you need to know, David Bryne better watch out because I can rock a Psycho Killer like nobody’s business. Qu’est-ce que c’est? It’s me kicking ass. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun.
Today, I spent all day recovering from my standing-room only concert performance by reading the last three books of Y the Last Man. It was amazing.
My god I’m fucking boring lately. I blame it on winter blahs. The winter-driving anxiety is sucking all the interesting from me. Harrowing 1+ hour commutes virtually every day last week left me a mushy wreck. Boo.
I promised to be way more interesting tomorrow.