this is bat country

maybe its just the drugs kicking in, but i have felt really good for the last several days. almost too good. but then, maybe this is what you cats feel all the time? if so, i should have taken the blue pill years ago.

that said, i'd be lying if i didn't expect the bottom to drop out.

today at work we had a paddle ball championship. everyone else could only hit three or four consecutive times. then i walked up to bat (paddle?). and you better believe i hit it seven. eight. nine times. i was heading for that magical ten when (come on. you know where this is headed) i hit myself dead in the eye. that's immediate disqualification right there. and a serious pain in the cornea. if there was a championship at failing, i would be king.

the special on the b.county monster was kind of a bust. i talked it up so much that when we finally watched it, it was a total let down. they didn't determine anything. oh well. i still believe. and to make up for it, Z showed me this and i think it made my whole week better. he's the best thing to come out of boone county since jesco white (the dancing outlaw). Judy Chop!

also, because this day wasnt magical enough, i got hit on by a scraggly creeper at least twice my age in the doctor's waiting room. in 2 minutes he told me his whole life story (divorced, in therapy to help him learn to meet nice pretty young girls to spend his life with) and tried to pick me up. i'm sure i can muster up some flattery somewhere, but all i could think was i'm pretty sure he's old enough to be my parent. and there are just some boundaries homie wont cross. not to mention the lack of teeth. shiver.

but honestly. good day. really good day. the kind i want to keep in my pocket so when i have a bad one i can pull this one out and rub it for good luck.

much love and starlight.