In which I babble aimlessly, just as you’ve come to expect! Because if nothing else I certainly aim to please. Now hush up and pay attention.

Last night after work I picked Bread up from BoS’s house, then bought us drive-thru (with plastic – ugh) and took him to the bowling alley, where he was going to hang out watching BoS bowl league until I finished band practice.

But then he decided he was sleepy so I went ahead and took him home; it seemed silly to make him sit in the bowling alley bar when what he really wanted to do was fall asleep on the couch. I mean, he’d done three loads of laundry that day, so he deserved a ride home, right? So I drove him home and dropped him off, then turned right around and headed back to town for band practice.

The moon was just rising — it was about a quarter past seven — and it was massive and orange and so very beautiful. I tried to take a picture of it with my cell phone, but it sucks and does the experience absolutely no justice:

When I got to rehearsal, there was chocolate because PjK is a doll. Yum.

I taught him, WTC, and KO another song I’d written and they seemed to like it. We played but mostly we chatted a lot. Love those guys. (GSW and BvB weren’t there last night, so it was only a partial rehearsal.)

My guitar needs new strings; it won’t stay in tune. I also really need to start playing with a pick.

I gave WTC a fairly vigourous back rub (he actually likes Rolfing) because his back is still fucked up and apparently he can’t get emergency visits with his chiro.

And then I drove home, around 10:30, and went promptly to bed.

In totally unrelated news, this is a picture of Bread and me from the engagement party the other night:

My favorite VD quote from the blogosphere: “At least if you’re single you know what to do: wear black and self-medicate.”