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Sweet Mother of…

I've been having a pretty bad week in terms of trying to... you know, stay healthy and not in pain. First there was "The Great Wipeout of '07". The bruise on my ass is still subcutaneous and still hurts, but mostly at work because the chairs at work seem to have been designed specifically with making ass-pain as excruciating as possible.

Next there was "The Great 6:00 a.m. Incident" this morning. These pains were my fault for thinking I would be able to walk down stairs while mostly asleep and slightly shaking from the cold. My bad. So, I was walking down the stairs to the landing and everything was going great, I got the four steps and all was fine, and I was starting to turn to walk down the rest of the stairs when, and I think it was about now, that I realized that there are six stairs before the landing. A fraction of a second later I landed, stumbled, walked into a wall and swore. By the time I got in bed, everything except the excruciating burning sensation on my arm seemed to be fine. This morning, however, the burning is still there and the big toe on my right foot were both mad at me. My big toe, it seemed, was only mad when I touched it on the top-left area, or if I bent it too far. I really don't know what part of the stair-incident caused that, be it the landing, wall or the swearing. I put this kind of pain beyond none of those things.

Next up? "The Gratuitous Toe Stubbing." No, really. It was totally and completely unnecessary. I'm already in pain. I hurt. I want to go to bed. And now my toe both throbs and when I touch it in top-left area or bend it to far it hurts in a totally different way. How completely wonderful is that?

-Jon

It's a Legitimate Fear, I Caught Her Rifling Through My…

Shit. Just... damnit all. I don't know what it is that makes people do some of the messed up things that they do. War. Violence. UFC. Whatever it happens to be. These things aren't necisarily OK. Things like... Theft. Petty larsony. What would make a person steal the change from my cupholder and the cupholder from my car. Seriously. I don't give two shits about the change. It might have been as much as $10... but now when I decide to fill my mouth with the statistical 100 cows that comes in each McDonald's hamburger patty, my drink is going to fall over and spill on my leg. That's not what I'm pissed about though. It's not the drink spillage that I know is in my future. It's the Microphones that are gone, and the $300-$400 of cables that I'm going to have to replace. Because that just sucks. The bag that I got as a Christmas present from my dad that I've been hauling that crap around in... that just sucks. Really. Sucks.

So, if you're in Kalamazoo and you see someone trying to hock a SM58 or a ATM61HE, lemme know. Those things aren't cheap. And I need to have something to use on Tuesday.

-Jon

What I Get

So, last night I was trying to be clever. I have a box spring all ready for me, waiting for a time where B and I have time to get it over here, and I figured that since today was bulk pick up day for the trash I'd just get my box spring (which, really, isn't as much spring as box. Really. It was made entirely of wood and had no metal parts at all... very unforgiving...). My plan involved just sleeping on my mattress without anything underneath it besides the bedframe that I managed to rebuild a year and so ago. This, however, is where things turned south.

Looking at the frame underneath, I had four 1x4 boads that had been holding the box spring up. I thought to myself. "You know, I bed the boxspring added a whole lot of structural support and/or weight distribution to the boards that helped them out... oh well, let's give this a shot." Lay down on the bed. "Hrrmmm... that's a lot more springy than it probably should be. Maybe I'll just get off this thi..." *CRACK!*

And I broke my bed for a third time. This time, entirely my fault, easily fixable, and completely annoying. I ended up sleeping four hours on my recliner, and two hours on the floor. Not what I'd call the most comfortable sleep but it was alright... actually, the floor was surprisingly comfy. I don't, however, feel like fixing the damn thing anytime soon (although, I think I will get the replacement board at lunch...)... so we'll see where this little saga ends. Usually it works out better when I try to be clever, but last night I guess I had some bad karma or something.

-Jon

To Be, or Not To Be…

That is the question. Is it better to try, or not to know. Should I send my computer off again for the fourth time in barely (by less than a week barely) over a year? That's right. MotherF***ers didn't listen to me and fix the damn fan in my computer. So it's still making hideous horrible heinous horrendous (... ... any more 'H' adjectives? No? No.) noises that make my insides want to shrivel and my outsides want to smash. I called them about it before I sent it off. But did they listen? No... apparently not. Shun the non-repairers... shhhhhuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaahhh.

-Jon

Stressssssss…

So, I'm sending my Lappy off again, and I always stress out about it when I do. This is repair #3 for the Lappy, in exactly a year (today... literally). Which, kinda sucks. I've had to send it away three times in a year. I never had to do that with my PC. Although, outside of the issues with the lappy that I've had, I have had no issues with it, whereas with the PC I'd have been fighting it the whole time. I am satisfied, I'm just worried. I hope it comes back to me all better. I really do.

Off to run errands now. I'll see ya'll on the flipside.

-Jon

P.S. I want a Puppy.

Uhhhgggg….

The Lappy goes off for repair again tomorrow. Which makes me less than particularly thrilled. That's all I've got right now. I'm off.

-Jon

I'm a Moron

So, I'm dumb. I woke up this morning at 20 minutes to 6am, and thought to myself, "Oh S*T! I have to be at my meeting in five minutes!" Jumped up, got dressed and rushed to the store... ... except there wasn't anyone there. And it took me not just a few seconds to realize that I was an hour early.

It was about then that I cried, but only a little, and then came home and started working on some of the stuff I was supposed to get done last night. Ick. What a day today is going to be. I can't wait for tonight, after the show, when I can have a drink and just... decompress. Ugghhhh... Ahh well. My choices, my bed, I'm now lying in it. Figuratively speaking that is. I wish I could lie in my bed right now... oh.... bed... how I miss you.

-Jon

Grrraaaarrrggg

I had started a post in response to Robbie's insinuation that I've inundated him with overwhelming criticism of Microsoft. Well. It's gone. Never got saved apparently. I might try to resurrect it, but more than likely it's lost to the ether. Ahh well.

On another note, it looks like I'm going to go to Toronto today for dinner. Just thought you'd wanna know.

-Jon

A Death in the Family

So. Both literally and figuratively, my PDA is dying. Really, it's more like it's in hospice right now. The touch screen is only working sometimes, and my actual use of it is way down. I need to start using it again, if for no other reasons, than so I can start keeping track of my money again. I've been lax, and have overdrawn my checking account, and just found out that I went over on my credit card also. It's not because I'm spending more than before, it's just that I'm not checking to see where the money is first. AKA I'm an idiot.

Ahh well. For today, I'm going to work, then I'm doing laundry, then I'm going to work (well, to play a show). It'll be a good day. I'll see you later.

-Jon