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Last night I got a raw recording of all of the Zurround archive. I did it all in one go, because it seemed easiest, adding locator flags as I went. It put me into something of an altered state, just a bit. (Hey to the holders of the brain, sorry, my fault if you were feeling a little squidgey there around 8:30 last night.) I'm a little frightened/annoyed at the sound quality of some of it, but I'm trying to let that take a back seat to just getting it done. It helps if I think of it as a sensor re:engine session or just a time capsule. Pied Piper and I are gonna hang out and edit sometime soon, that will be cool.

After that, I went to the Chatterbox wherein I drank a large and delicious beer, ate delicious onion rings that made my tummy hurt, and played but did not win a rousing game of Sorry!.

I bought myself a new-to-me motorcycle helmet this weekend. And cheap! And a spiffy gun-metal-grey! The old one was too big. This one is much smaller, and it feels more claustrophobic. But, it will be safer, which is the point. I only hope that it is not *too* small. Sometimes it's hard to know until you wear it for a good little while. I hung out with it on for a stretch puttering around my kitchen just to see and I think it will be okay as long as my dreads don't get all bunched up or something. So, this now means that I have a spare helmet for passenger use. I'm a little wary about taking passengers, so I need some practice. I have a few willing guinea pigs, though. Heh. Suckers. The bad thing is that it's not recommended to take passengers that weigh more than you since it makes the center of gravity kinda wonky... and I'm tall, but I don't weigh a whole lot. I will see how some trial runs in parking lots go. Slow riding is the hardest, anyway...

Today I took Betsy-bean to get new oil. They were running a special on wiper blades with an oil change, so I got new wipers, too. And I told them about the sound she's been making, but they didn't say anything else big was wrong with her. Hooray. Betsy-bean will be our stately chariot to the wedding in Duluth this weekend, where I will be embarrassed for S4's family to see where I fucked up and crunched her side in, since we bought her from his sister. I hope very much to be home in time for at least some of the Mayday festival. Some derby girls are skating in the parade and I really really really wish that I could, too. Mayday is one of my favorite days in the cities, and we are due for one with sunshine.

Today I also had my second therapy appointment for my finger. They say I am doing much better. They re-molded my splint, and gave me some fancy silly putty which I am to use to do exercises. They say my next appointment is probably my last appointment if I improve as much between this week and next as I have already. Yay! They also said that my joint may never completely return to its old size. Boo.

Tonight, I hope to get more of the loan application finished.
I might go on a run to purchase useful things, like solder, or rust-abating paint, or small lightbulbs for use in brake lights, or groceries.

Why yes, I do live a life of enviable excitement.