I don't have a damn picture, thankyou

I am a tad tapped out at the moment. I’m tired and a little cranky. Even though Radiolady and I went and had an indulgent Indian lunch, and I made another pistachio cake, I got to watch Dr. Who and I got lucky the other day, I still feel cranky and deprived.
Counting every cigarette is royally pissing me off. As well as not being able to have whatever quantity of ovarian cancer preventing cups ‘o’ tea I want, when I want them. I am not actually deprived, but I feel deprived.

And of course I could have been ambitious yesterday and accomplished my myriad errands on the way home from lunch but I was lazy instead and today when they must happen it’s supposed to rain.

I suppose part of the cranky factor is that a large chunk of the errands is shelling out money for things. I love spending money and I hate it. If it involves buying CDs or kitchen gadgets I like it. If it involves paperwork and the receipt of such nebulous services as parking privileges I’m just cranky about it.

Perhaps it’s a smitch of ennui as well. I guess it’s not a bad thing that while I still have next week mostly off, I agreed to work a couple days and have two classes reconvening. Ooh that reminds me, I’d better write my drum teacher and inform him of my new plan. Which is to move on again, this time from trap kit to bells, xylophone and marimba, with a view to the vibes in the long run. Hope he’s down with it. I am jazzed on the idea of very tonal percussion and very percussive tonality.
There’s a vibe player named Bobby Hutcherson that I adore. I’d love to be able to do that sort of stuff.

Oh and incidentally, what the hell is up with Milwaukee? Apparently they have roving gangs of youths beating people to death for nothing now. This is supposedly becoming quite widespread. And yet we should use social and legal pressure to force people to bear their unwanted children on the off chance that some well to do family might want a couple. Why does this remind me of Brazil? Next stop - government sponsored death squads.