Home from thrilling trip to SF. I parked in the City Center parking lot only to discover the Big Dawg was speaking in the plaza, stumping votes for Prop 87 (I think). The show was great, though Huey Lewis was underwhelming. The rest of the cast was spectacular.

Now I hace to stay up til midnight (on purpose) in case mom needs me to help her with her dialysis machine. So damned tired.

Can't sleep. Think clowns did eat me.

And not in the good way.

Also, Happy, at this point belated, Birthday, Ginger!

Happy Birthday, Daniel!

Thanks to all who wished me thus. I am still catching up.

Wait, it's Daniel's birthday... huh? What?

This from the woman who bought me a cell phone and an 18-inch gargoyle.

So, I've been reading up on Zombies.

This past weekend, the neighborhood next to mine (the funky, fun one that had the fire-breathing, burlesque-girls carnival for the 4th of July) had a Clean Up the Neighborhood day, which involved picking up garbage, basically.

But first, all the volunteers gathered in the park, and they were turned into zombies (sadly, it was just a makeup artist, not a voudoun priest or anything), and THEN the zombies cleaned up the neighborhood.

How fun is THAT?!?

Boo insomnia!

Hooray beer! t points to tagline

argh. cold, wet commute today.

sj, you do not suck, but I know where you're coming from- when Tom and I went to visit his friends in NoCA I got super sick halfway through the visit and had to send them out for the grown ups only celebrational dinner without me, which totally sucked.

I mainly medicated with kind bud. So good for the upset stomach! Ah, California.

GC- OMG love the costume!

Now, back to my funk. Funk funk funk. And not the fun kind either.

Icky rainy morning. I screwed up my alarm for the second morning in a row. While I overslept yesterday, I looked at my clock at 5:03 this morning and got moving on my own. Yay, me?

Why the funk, Nora?

Give up the funk

Funky town.

I appear to have an excess of gronk. Caffine is not making a difference.