pop a pill? I thought about that scene from Seinfeld last night when I got home after the 2nd 12-hour workday this week and, tired of being tired, took a Valium in the hopes of knocking myself out for the night. And it worked! It worked so well I didn't even care too much when S called me at God knows what time (I picked up after lots of cell phone rings) to tell me that he'd had too much to drink at the bar with his work buddies that had taken him out for his b-day, and he was just going to crash at one of their apartments for the night. All I did was ask how much had he had to drink, remind him that alcohol is real bad for his stomach, and tell him that I didn't want to hear about any of his stomach problems caused by this.
He came by my work this a.m. so we could trade out cars since he is going to pick up the baby this afternoon. Man, I'm relieved at not having to go up there. I love to drive but I've done way too much driving this week.
Looking forward to tomorrow, though. Plans for me and the baby are: to go to storytime in the morning. Make it down to I-Fest by 1:30 to see the stupendous Carolyn Wonderland play. Later we'll see the Shaolin Temple martial artists, the Capoiera group again, I'll let the baby run amok in the children's area, then we'll see local blues great Sherman Robertson, my friends the funk band Fondue Monks, and I imagine soon after that she'll be done. I'll drag her little butt around in her new radio flyer wagon and it's supposed to be a beautiful day.
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