this weekend, i'm going to try to write a book review and a record review for the i-94 bar. after that, i want to go back to my long-lapsed practice of writing for 30 minutes a day about _something_. and maybe play 30 minutes a day on the cigarbox guitar or violin. (i play both atrociously, by the way.) perhaps even, um, start running again.
this i swear.
off tomorrow but i think my sweetie and i are going to forego the show we'd been planning on attending. expecting to hear from at least two of my kids this weekend. and i'm still recovering from my all-nighter, was it really a week ago? getting too "seasoned and mature" for that shit.