breathing out

first day in awhile where my cortisol levels were not thru the roof. cashed an expense check from my ex-job which will pay for din-din tonight (terry at fred's is cooking the same meal he made for our wedding dinner -- nice coincidence), voted early (thus ensuring my right to continue bitching about texas / local politics until the big presidential throwdown), sold some shitty cd's and picked up some local honey for my sweetie (good allergy remedy).

endorphin rush from the stoogeshow last night helped cleanse away some of the bad stress-chemicals, even tho the poets ran late again (talked to billy about maybe getting another night where we could start earlier and maybe draw some more ppl) and we had to cut the second set short when jon broke his bass drum head (he slams 'em hard). damn, i was just starting to feel it, too. the peavey was satisfactory with the new tubes z-man installed, but the big muff is a big disappointment -- used it for solos only on the first set and it was starting to die by the start of the second (how can a pedal suck so much juice?). luckily i'd taken the precaution of including the dod overdrive in my pedal chain, so there was no absence of filth in my sound. inasmuch as i really don't like the way it sounds, the dod is at least reliable. let sir steffin borrow the big muff for the new project he's working on with bobby zanzucchi, which will _not_ be called sleepy atlantis.

this evening i'll get a massage, then we'll walk down to fred's. i have a prospect of picking up a li'l coin working on a fun project i believe in, so that'll be a nice transition back into the world of job-seeking if it eventuates.

life's damn good, doncha know.