breathing in

celebrating book near-completion with a bath of pop-rock: psychodots, goodwin, died pretty, hochimen. the band tongue be's performing an acoustic set before the jam on the small side of the li'l wreck room tonight, then il karnaggio is gonna try and coax some of his sunward bandmates to join in the fun 'n' festivities. myself, i need to jack with my big (peavey) rig and see what was causing all the crackling noises at the last stoogeshow, but i also plan to take a long walk and spend some time in the sunshine today. supermarket checking isn't the carpal-tunnel inducing repetitive-stress nightmare that office hell was; in fact, there's enough bending 'n' stretching to make it a pert fair workout. all the aches 'n' pains in my right shoulder and left ankle are gradually subsiding. life's damn good.