Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Just a quirky

Ok real quick, show was great, light turnout but we kicked some shit out of it. I had been up since 6 am and got to bed at 4am so I’m toast. I’ll have some pictures later when I feel like downloading and viewing a bazillion pictures.

It was so neat to meet Nigel Patel in person. We managed to have a nice couple chats despite the noise level which was a little excessive between sets. That and the distractions and busynessess that were constant. We had to run our own door and sound. That’s kind of unusual, but at least we didn’t have to check IDs. They do that downstairs.

Then arriving home in dread of my poor cat, who then surprised and relieved me by apparently really, finally, turning the corner. When we got home she had eaten, finally, all the food we left and was ready for more. She even got up did a Hobbes stretch and started sharpening her claws on the laundry hamper which I hadn’t seen her do in over a week. And she’s definitely getting stronger as the marks on my hand’s from trying to medicate her will evidence.

2 Comments:

At 12/18/2005 6:19 PM, Blogger nigel paddell said...

Thanks. It was weird being a real person instead of words on a screen.
I'm glad that she is feeling better.

 
At 12/19/2005 10:35 AM, Blogger Stella Magdalen said...

It is always and neverendingly wierd being a real person, donthcha think?

 

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