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Feeling a bit better at the moment...changed the back tire on one of my scoots all by my lonesome (okay, I had to borrow pA's brain for a moment to suggest that perhaps we didn't need to put the jack on the way the manual says to; in fact, we could simply lift the bike up, put the jack under it, and voila. He's a clever boy like that.) I also decided to say fuck the concert and take the fifty bucks I would have spent on tickets were I in touch with the world (as opposed to it seems at least that for a single ticket now that it's sold out) and go splurge on a major sushi happening. Mmm, sushi. Sold out shows are just panic attacks in diguise, anyway. God, I'm getting neurotic in my old age.

I do still really want to go out dancing to some two-step garage jungle sumthinsumthin one of these days though. Oh, for it to be 2001 again. Clue me in, babies.