Yesterday Mom had a bee in her bonnet about getting up and out of the house and to Costco quickly, and I didn't know why and neither did she, I think, but it turned out to be the right thing, because I had forgotten that I was going out last night and I wouldn't have had time to go to Glendale otherwise.

So we went there to gas up the cars, and on the drive over my period started. It's like jumping rope, taking my medicine in time to stop the cramps. If you don't do it before the pain starts, it doesn't go away for awhile. Also, if you eat before they start, then it's worse, but comes a time later when eating make you feel better. It's all terrifically complicated.

Anyway, we gassed up the cars, then rolled into the store, me complaining loudly that I didn't want to stay, that my stomach hurt and that we needed to buy some Aleve, ASAP. And right by the door, there were flats of Pepsi for sale! In bottles! 20oz bottles!

The last time we were there, you see, they only had cans, and now all you can get in sixes at the regular store are 24oz bottles, and yes, I'm picky enough to only drink from bottles, not cans, and to prefer the 20oz to the 24oz. So Costco is okay by me from now on.

It's still really ghetto and sells bagels that should not be allowed to bear the name "bagel", but it has my Pepsi and all is forgiven. We also got a massive bottle of Aleve and sanitary napkins and plastic wrap and the Dick Clark book for Mom.

I went to the water fountain and took two Aleve, but flat out refused to open up the Kotex. I could not buy an open box of Kotex, I would die of embarrassment. There are things that were embarrassing when we were 13 that are still embarrassing now.

Then I took my crampy self to the Glendale library and took out all of the John Bellairs books that they had, or at least all of them up till the 50 book limit. Do I really still have 40 books at home? From Glendale? I guess so, who can argue with the computer.

Then I went to Gateway, and sitting right there was the idiot guy from the other days who looked at me dimly and said, "It's in Texas, and I don't know anything else," so I asked for my guy and out he came. "Kimberly!" he said. Man, you know you are a regular at your laptop repair place when they call you by the name on your credit card before even looking at your receipt.

"I think your computer is here!" he cried, then went into the back. Where it wasn't. "You're going to get the second one back before you get the first!" he joked, and promised to email the bad bad people who still have my goddamn laptop and light a match under their asses. Hopefully I'll get it back next week.

Then I went and picked up Joan and went to the show.

You remember Roy Zimmerman, don't you? He was the guy who we recorded with a couple of years ago, and it was his record release concert. I love Roy as a person and as a performer, and had never seen him do a whole concert before, so I am glad that I didn't forget about the show.

First we went to dinner with Susan and Brett and Jim and a couple of other people, then to the show at McCabes. Andy Kindler, a comic that I happen to like, opened for Roy, and I turned to Jim before the show started and said, "I'm a really good audience." And was I ever. Andy, if you ever google yourself, I'm the girl with the laugh at the McCabe's show, feel free to hire me to follow you around the country and laugh heartily at your show, I would be happy to do so.

He was so funny that I feared throwing up from laughing too hard (that really wouldn't be too good in the follow around the country scenario), and had difficulty breathing for the rest of the night. "Andy Kindler - Made me vomit and choke! In a good way!!"

After a short break, where Joan proved that she knew practically everyone in the entire room, Roy came onstage. And was terrific. He sang songs that I knew and ones that I didn't know, and didn't sing my favourite two songs, "Would You Let Me" and "One World, One Bank", but they are on the cds and he sang some that are not that I really loved, including two that were quite serious and moving--one about not knowing how you turned into the person that you are and one a flat-out love song to his wife, who was wiping away tears at the end.

I also loved "Jerry Falwell's God" and "Patriot Act" and, o just everything. Any lefties out there who like comic folk music could do worse than buy Roy's two new albums, "Homeland" and "Security", purchasing info available here.

After the show, I went out to the lobby to buy the albums, and as soon as he saw me he said, "Kymm! How are you? Thanks for coming!" and since the last time he saw me was for two seconds two years ago and I had pink hair back then, I was most impressed that he remembered my name. Let alone how to spell it, when it came time to autograph my album.

This is a man who knows how to make a fan loyal for life. Just ask Joan.

Today's horoscope:
Tradition may not make much sense, but it's safe. Each question that you ask will open a new can of worms. Wait another day before giving the tree a good, hard shake.

One year ago today:
"My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies."

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