with a cherry on top

and to help things along, in the last seven days:

I've missed one wrens show because it sold out and there was no room on the guest list, and one wrens show because of my car dilemma,

along with a killer ben gibbard solo set at the bowery, and yes, he played "a lack of color" the song before the last,

I've gotten more bills than the available balance in my checking account,

I've gotten my car stuck on the little cement strip you park up against (that I drove over, and had to have my car lifted off of),

and all the other shit that I already posted about. six pounds, emergency room, coffee on my favorite scarf, getting towed, car breaking down, having to spend (credit) money that I don't have, etc. etc. etc.

we've come to the startling realization that I'm simply under the influence of a perspective disorder. we're just not sure what the solution to that is, other than riding it out.

right. ride it out. if it takes too long, at least I can sleep for some of it.

~vvb