so hanging out with a friend all night, seeing Meat Puppets, then conversing for a while about IMPORTANT things in LIFE. Then drive to my mom's house to finish SEVERAL last businesses involving tomorrow's show with SAID friend. On streets near mom's HOME one sees a coyote walk away as one's car APPROACHES. There mid-road (residential of course) is a dead cat. Vague emotions or rather voidful lackage of emotion invisibly swirls about somewhere, nowhere. Someone would have a bad morning. My days have been O! so long! and endless and bleeding into the next and others' next and perhaps a culmination of such is the show tomorrow THE SHOW TOMORROW. I have to first fix both instruments (a uh oh) and other things and drive drive car my car back to my home or at least SAID FRIEND'S and then par plan, the GIG.