You know that Loony Tunes cartoon where the great big bulldog and the little tiny kitten become best friends and the kitten nests down on the bulldog's back and as he kneads, the bulldog goes "Ooh ow eeh ooch eech ow ow ow"? You know that cartoon? Well, that's me, see.

I become that bulldog whenever I need to walk or stand or sit or especially climb stairs. I go "Ooh ow eeh ooch eech ow ow ow," I limp about like an old newt. And why did this happen? Well, Friday night I spent an hour or so crawling and squatting and kneeling when I took the orchestra pictures. And was this enough to cripple me?

Apparently.

It seems that I have the muscle development of a manatee. Perhaps I should do something about this.

Anyway, after the shoot, Melissa and I went to her house to meet up with Greg, but first we got the car washed.

It was very surreal, being a completely automated unattended mechanized carwash in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, and what would we have done if it had broken down with us inside it? No-one would have found us until the water ran out.

But that didn't happen. And it was really fun! I have never ridden through a car wash ever ever ever in my whole life--it's like being inside a dishwasher. They should have a carwash ride at Disneyland!

Then we went back to the house and then there was Greg and we fled out into the night to get food! Because it was very late! And we were starving!!

We went to a nearby diner, which was absolutely great. Huge portions, great food, we ate ourselves into oblivion. For awhile, Melissa and I discussed journals, until Greg started bleeding from the ears, then Greg and I talked basketball until Melissa threw herself on her fork. I can either interest or bore anyone alive! Fear me!

Then we went back to the house and went to bed almost immediately, which basically meant that we I woke up yesterday morning, I was violently ill for awhile. I may often eat dinner late, but I rarely have eggs and bacon and hash browns and ice cream at 11p and then immediately go to sleep!

And I hope that I never do again.

We had lunch at Friendly's (because I had never been to one in my life) and then they dropped me at the Greyhound to go back to NY. This time I froze to death the whole way home. I have forgotten that, when it is really hot, that I need to bring a sweater wherever I go. It wasn't such a long ride, though.

At one point we drove practically right by my house and I thought about jumping and rolling, but then I realized that going into the city and then home would probably be easier, if not faster.

I got home and watched the Spurs/Mavs game, and afterwards talked to Fran, and this is what he has to say about the series:

"I want the Spurs to beat the shit out of the Mavericks! I want them to beat the shit out of them, and then, while their hearts are still beating, I want them to drink their blood in front of their parents, wives and children! That's what I want to have happen!!"

I can only wholeheartedly agree.

Lenten entries missed:

Lucy discussed what she has and hasn't read, science fiction fandom, penises, poor good Dixie dying, Vegas, rebuilding her relationship with her brother and more penises.

Today's horoscope:
People find you hard to read today. Your communication style ranges from calm and cool to volatile and vivacious.

One year ago today:
And then I got home to find that the Jazz beat the Sonics, due to Stockton having flames shooting out of every orifice and are on to the semis, so it was a great evening all around!

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