::stands behind Liese, shaking pompoms madly::

I had dinner, drinks, and hangout (okay, makeout) time with St.W. Much better mood now. I talked to a dear and wise friend yesterday, and when I told her about waiting for the other shoe to drop/honeymoon period to end, she said, "Sometimes people just work. Maybe you two just work." She always knows just what to say.

Lots to do tomorrow. Must walk dog and get to sleep.

Last night shit for anyone else? I had a migraine and was sure I'd be forced to leave my air conditioned bedroom to vomit for an hour if I took anything stronger than the tylenol I got in when it first started. The friend staying with me kept having nightmares (good think I was awake with the migraine to wake her up!). Dallas was pacing quite a bit... Something with the moon? And would the moon affect the dog?

The official medical word on Dallas is that her kidneys are failing and there's nothing more to do. My vet (who is an angel) and I have discussed what we need to discuss. Saturday was an ok day, Sunday bad, yesterday really good, last night got bad again... Even the bad days aren't particularly painful, more along the lines of addled. Today is probably too hot to carry her over to the park and play a while.

My schedule this week went from a three day shore trip and four days of Bouncing Souls in Philly to two day trips down the shore and driving back and forth for the shows. And job hunting of course (which I have managed to do both in the ocean and at at after party. Heh.). My BiL made some sort of noise about cancelling this week's shows and just made me all confused-faced. Why would I forego the thing that makes me not cry at all for a few hours?

Trudy, last night was pure sinus hell for me too. I can't even describe it because i don't want to relive it. I'm so sorry about Dallas' kidneys. If there's a chance you'll still come to Philly, yell.

Thanks, Sox. Next time I stay over I'll get in touch -- it seems to happen once a year or so. Maybe there was something wicked in the air last night.

The shows have been rowdy and very good for me. The band is doing four night stands of album shows -- night one is the first two albums, night two the second, etc. The singer who is usually more like this [link] (even when not playing acousticly and screwing up the chorus) was like this [link] the other night... which was just about completely fucking epic. In this version he passes right over the camera and you can see my friends and I sort of losing it (:45-:50) as he gets pulled back on stage by their guitar tech/keyboard player and tries to tackle the bassist [link] .

OK, now the Excedrine migraine is making me tired. First it made me really fucking awake what with the caffine, but now that the pain is abating all that sleep I didn't get last night is all, "Hey... remember me?" Maybe I'll do a short nap and THEN my kitchen, laundry, dog... tough to say.

I'm sorry, Trudy, especially about Dallas. I hope the week improves.

Thanks, billytea. She's dropped off now so maybe I will grab that nap. With any luck we'll both wake up in a few hours peppy.

Thanks, billytea. She's dropped off now so maybe I will grab that nap. With any luck we'll both wake up in a few hours peppy.

Well then. I wish you both pep. (Of course, here in Australia we spell it backwards.)

{{{Trudy and Dallas}}}} I'm sorry.

Aw, Trudes. Sorry you're having a rough time of it, and very sorry to hear about Dallas. Glad you've got the BS shows for catharsis.

Good times at the de facto dog park this morning, until a cop pulled up. We all put leashes back on and left, just in case he was in a ticketing mood.

((Trudy & Dallas))