Oh, the temptation to posit about how much mercury is in my teeth…

But as of today, my weight is up 13 pounds and fatigue and neural states are wonky, probably for the next four or five months, while the Prednisone is flushed from my system. And who said steroids aren’t fun?

In other news, I’ll never sleep again. Or at least, not this weekend. I’m about half-way through the first edit of LILAH AND THE ALIEN; after that, I have to restart and finish dorothymcdaniel.com. Then, back to LILAH, tightening up the edit, cleaning the audio, and scoring it. Whoo. THEN… catalyst4birmingham.com, hunterfilms.com, and a dating article for the Birmingham Weekly. City Stages gig is coming up fast. And at some point soon, I’ve gottogottogotto get Insomniactive up to speed. Or at least presentable.

Must get a new bass head and a new bass guitar, or at least fix one of the two laying on my bedroom floor.

New windshield would be nice.

Oh, and a vacation. Either New Orleans or the beach. Or maybe the mountains.

What is it that normal people worry about, again?