I pulled another clumsy stunt last night… I was going into Ryan’s apartment and whacked my head on his mailbox. (It’s mounted up on the doorframe — I don’t think anybody else has had a problem with its location though!) It hurt like hell and I went inside and felt the spot on my head… my hand came down and there was blood all over it!! Ryan’s like "what the hell?!? how did you do that?" I ran into the bathroom and blood is trickling down my face and there’s this gash on my scalp, right on top where I part my hair. It scared me for a minute or two, but the bleeding stopped pretty quickly and you could tell it wasn’t bad enough to warrant going to the hospital or anything. Jeezus… for a person who has no health insurance, I sure could be a lot more careful about where I’m steppin’! (I didn’t even get around to the part of the tour-story where I broke my pinky toe by bludgeoning it against a sofa leg. I’ve only just started to be able to wear regular shoes again… and now I’ve fixed it so I can’t wear hats!!! ;-)
Ryan’s been working at Hi-Fi Records a little lately; I think he’s going to work there two days a week just for the fuck of it. (He’s getting more upright-bass jobs than ever, so I don’t think he’s hurtin’ for money or nothin’.) I’m a little jealous — working in a record store is one of the few jobs that I’ve always kinda wanted but never got a chance to do. I could always make more money with my typing and/or computer stuff, so I never bothered to apply at record stores. But I guess the main reason I would want to do that is so I could play records all day long… but then you’d be fighting with your fellow employees over what gets played, and doing that annoying you-play-one-then-I-play-one routine like you have to do in TOUR VANS. I guess what I really want to be is a DJ!! I’ve never done that either.
Boo Boo’s hangin’ in there, she’s pretty much the same as before. Which is good or bad depending on how you look at it.