Must remember John Galt. Must remember John Galt.
UPS messed up my address, I have to go pick up the plane tickets, car rental info, addresses and directions and stuff. 10am tomorrow I'm writing that exam. I want to call them and tell them I give up, I quit, I can't handle the stress, but I'm remembering John Galt.
Penis Puppetry was just what I needed, two darling men with darling bums and darling penises, two friends I haven't seen or spent time with nearly often enough, but every moment I do spend with them I realize how wonderful they are.
Just one toke too many off the joint I rolled for them, Maaike's husband David ecstatic to discover a fellow Marillion fan. Apparently they'll be playing in Paris in October...
I laughed so hard it felt honest, I buried my head in Maaike's shoulder when it got too funny to take.
Can you imagine? Playing with your scrotum naked on a stage, and still having the courage to tell PUNS?!?
I wanted so badly to tell him about the puns, the hamburger, the surfer, the bulldog... I left a message on his machine and crawled up to my appartment slightly more sober than I wanted to be.
I slept, fitfully, and now I'm awake and off to shower, read that damned chapter, pick up the tickets and pack a backpack of pretty clothes for three days.
I am remembering John Galt, remembering that I don't agree with all of him, but that his strength is where I need mine right now.