Transmission, or Long Live the Cyber Robot Chicken!

The last two nights of the Transmission (transmission_va) benefit shows were rather successful. I sat with javafiend at the front door, selling tickets, taking money, and watching Jean enjoy banding people. I think she'd have been happier if she were branding them. She would get along quite well with ismene.

Last night, xiane relieved us so that we could watch Silent Muse (I'm not a groupie, but Jean might be). Then we went back to sit in our tangerine cell and take money. I stayed late both nights, guarding the cash while folks did heavier work. Didn't get home until 4am last night, by which point I was dragging quite a bit.

I wasn't able to sleep past 10:30am this morning, so I've been sort of half-conscious since then. I've tried napping on the couch, but it's too bright out. I'm afraid that I'll sleep all day if I go curl up in our dark, dark bedroom. I'm not really all that coherent or mobile, but I have a couch and a comfy afghan.

I'm resting (ie, not moving much at all). I won't be leaving the house today unless I get some type of meth-induced energy spree. moonphyre is out looking at apartments. explodingcat is taking care of me and making me french fries. I love my monkey. He's my favorite.

If people can be quiet and provide their own soy-free munchies (like the Lay's all natural/organic Ranch doritos Harris Teeter has), a few visitors later today wouldn't be a bad thing. I can't really handle overstimulation right now, but I like friends and I have chocolate chip cookies. I'll probably go to bed around nine or ten, though.

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The thought of finding food to eat in this house (and instructing boy how to prepare it) daunted me more than putting on clothing, finding my contacts, and getting in the car, so we had taco bell for dinner. wandered aimlessly around michael's, then came home.

Tristan and xzar are playing Twisted Branch tonight. I said I'd go if I wasn't crashing, but I'm dead to the world. No outings for me tonight.