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Joe and I hit Blanco's last night after a quick stop at Cactus to drool over all the music that I wish I could afford to buy. He picked up a couple of good blues albums and I reluctantly abstained. I love music. The original intent was to stop for a couple of cocktails and visit with Dirk for a bit since Joe now moved across town to The Heights, he's not in our "neck of the woods" much these days. Dirk was off running errands and so Joe and I had drink for him too. Clay Farmer was playing a Rodeo Committee party last night at the bar. His singing voice has gotten better since the last time I saw him perform... or maybe it was the alcohol. Joe dropped my at my not-quite-MTV-crib after we destroyed the Jack Daniels supply at Blanco's. He was going shopping and I was overdue for food. I hadn't planned on going anywhere last night but straight home to go to sleep. Sleep helps the time pass until EL and I see each other again. I ate left over Chinese food while doing some serious appreciation of my man VTL... Live from Paradise. I slept poorly. I woke up several times throughout the night... tossing and turning... weird dreams. I had this one dream that EL and I were is a hotel room with a bunch of spies trying to hack into a foreign government computer system. I kept stepping over all the high tech gear to get to the water cooler to fill tiny paper cups with cold water and bring them back to her for us to share. That was weird. I had another dream that I died. That wasn't cool. I was completely out of it this morning. I woke up early and tired, yet was still running late because I took an incredibly long shower. It was one of those test-the-capacity-of-your-hot-water-heater showers. I forgot to feed Éclair. My landlord called to bitch at me... now there's a great call to receive as your first call of the day. I need to go to the dentist. I am such a punk when it comes to dentist procrastination. I almost got shit on by a hawk on the way to the bus stop. It wasn't a crow or a pigeon... or even the doves that hang out around my place... it was a big hawk. Apparently the hawk's dive for prey isn't the only thing that descends rapidly. I swear that if the hawk shit has any more mass to it, it would have blow my hair back as it passed by... that's just how close it was. I think it dented the concrete. The bus was like an infirmary. If I was a techno/trance musician, I could have sampled all the coughs and wheezes on the way into work and busted out some crazy mixes. Is it Friday yet?