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Fuck it, I'm 50! Stay Pesky, My Friends!!
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Let's just talk for a minute about my week. I agreed to work for an event that turned out to be a MAGA comedy show (an oxymoron if ever there was one), then we did a little birthday party for my mom, my niece, and myself, but my mom was sick so it was a little bit of a bummer. After, while Darren and Toby packed stuff up for him to move back to campus, I went to the zoo for a little bit, and then finished the night at Adams Avenue Street Fair. But when I got home, there was mystery water all around my studio and the side of the house. Come Sunday, we were in a full on plumbing emergency, people were called, things were inspected, and I about had a nervous breakdown with the prognosis. I'll spare you the disgusting details, but I left to the zoo to be away from the situation and went straight from there to work the Temples show at Casbah that night. I honestly considered just sleeping in my van on Kettner Boulevard because I didn't want to deal. Instead I went home and drank too much hard cider and then slept through the bulk of the major work being done on the property. It was resolved (mostly, though there's cleanup still happening around the property) but I've been trying to be busy elsewhere.
On Tuesday, I literally covered all corners of the county trying to find a certain thing at several Costcos before I gave up and went to the Safari Park for the afternoon. It was kind of a mistake though, because when I should've been doing these very listings, I was shopping, so then when I did get them going, I only got halfway through and then got an email to work for J Roddy on Wednesday, so now it's 4am and I'm still wrapping them up. And while I was doing them, I realized that the San Diego Yarn Crawl starts ON THURSDAY, which means my alpaca ranch is OPEN TO THE PUBLIC for four straight days in a row!! So all this week, I've been trying to think if I want to commit to something for my 50th birthday and realized that I am really only creating anxiety for myself...so no party, no meetup. I'll be going where I want, when I want, and doing whatever I want in between, without committing to anything else except my merch night with Fu Manchu, and hoping to get some time in at the zoo, at SeaWorld, and at the alpaca ranch. And that will be the best gift I could give to myself.
Stay safe out there. Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Also, if you live in a 100 year old building, you should maybe check those pipes BEFORE El Niño hits. At least we got this fortified now for that possibility, painful as the process was.