the sap drips on

holy shit. fucking rose-colored glasses.

yes, i went to the book thing tonight. yes, laurie notaro is way cool. yes, i did meet her earlier in the day as well and got to chat (well, i was doing my normal meeting new people mindless babbling thing) with her for some time about random crap. yes, you must buy her new book and make other people do the same. yes, she also did something wonderful for veronica.

better than that, veronica was so happy about the whole thing, and the underpants we sent her last week after an unfortunate criminal incident involving her unmentionables, that she called me at work to spread even more glee. can't. process. happiness.

seriously, i have no idea how to just sit here and be happy. what the fuck does one do with a GOOD DAY? it is so much easier to run around putting out fires than to be on the lookout for new ones to start. at least you know where the blaze is coming from when it's already burning, as sick as that might sound. i'm not emotionally prepared for this kind of trauma. like, a really smoothly running, nobody bothering the piss out of me, no bad news to deal with or hard decisions to make kind of day. QUOI?!? as one former big floppy pants hip hop guy might put it: stop - stammer time!

you're singing it now, aren't you? i bet you're even thinking about doing that little dance and humming the sampled bass line while flinging yourself around the living room. i can see you bobbing your head around and swishing your shoulders back and forth already. don't be ashamed. be proud of your guilty pleasures and give in to the urge. i'm doing the same thing. it must be time to get up and dance.


before i forget:
two more days! (you're singing roxanne now, aren't you? you sound great!)