i know a girl who talks in her sleep
about the things she really needs
but never gets

Went and saw Spyplane last night at the Irish Emigrant. I didn’t know who exactly was coming, only that I’d sent out a massive missive long ago asking if anyone wanted to come along. It ended up being a three-way collision of my worlds, and somehow everyone got out alive. Fet and Invader Im and Meklar made the trek from the East Side, Rayray represented my theatre people, and then Sasa, Carina, and Mitten came from work. Everyone got along, a few of us signed up for their mailing list, and Sasa even bought their CD. It was, of course, a fucking fantastic show, which was no surprise. I had a damn fine time … which got me to thinking.

I fucking LOVE my job. My coworkers rock so hard that I actually want to spend large amounts of my spare time with them. I love my kids. I work in probably the coolest - at least for me and what I want and need - early childhood education institution in the city. How many people can say that they love their day jobs this much? MAN.

On another “Shit, my life rules sometimes” note, I got a package the other day. I have never gotten a package like this before. When I opened it, I was literally speechless for several minutes, because my brain is just not hardwired to react to this kind of thing. I can’t really explain it, except like this : imagine you are feeling like you’re down on your luck. Weird shit keeps happening to you that makes you question your view of reality. Maybe it makes you question reality itself. In any case, you are unsettled and shaken and not quite sure how to proceed with anything. And then, out of the blue, you get this present in the mail, and it restores your faith in your life, your depth and breadth of your friendships, your decisions, everything. It brings the delusions you’d had about the state of the world shattering down around you, and you are left utterly at a loss for words to express the paradigm shift that has just occurred. Yup. I got that package. And for that, my brother-from-another-mother, I thank you.