why does march 13 hate me so much......the story.
1. The prednisone is keeping me awake. nothing beats pointless sunday all-nighters.
2. I'm still sick, tired and bitchy.
3. First day back at school after 2 weeks off....no pressure.
4. I hate school.
5. I get home and realize that I don't have a ride to harp on tues, and I have to reschedule.
6. Call teacher...no answer. I have to leave a message...I hate phones, and answering machines even more...I can't remember my own phone no. to give her.
7. Decide to finish my latest wood piece....can't find the tung oil.
8. Finally find the tung oil....in a moment of infinite wisdom decide to do the work in my bedroom.
9. All set up, but I can't get the cap off the bottle (push and turn type).
10. Push and turn a litle too hard...bottom of the bottle cracks and shatters....nearly full bottle of tung oil on carpet.
11. Right on cue, phone rings, I have to answer it. shit.
12. Reschedule harp + probably got a weding gig in aug. horray...go back to room.
13. How the fuck do you get a whole bottle of tung oil out of a carpet? I don't know, so I put some strong looking stuff on it and let it sit a while.
14. Meantime, may as well do some finishing.

Now sitting in my room oiling things, with a whole bottle in the carpet, plus super-strong stain remover stuff, plus no sleep, plus all my medicine.... I just looked in the mirror and my eyes are all watery and completely bloodshot...and currently really light bright blue.....my brain feels like mush, and my fingers are sticking to the keyboard. time for some air maybe.