Fuck me! Finally I am just now being freed from the grips of a 2-day headache that simply wouldn't quit for anything. Of course, I am going through med-supply drama right now because one of my refill scripts got messed up; so twice in 4 days I find myself at Walgreens begging and fighting (and eventually paying full price) for the meds I need to keep from going looney. This bout was pretty much drug-resistant, which happens every once in awhile. Even when those of this variety go away, all the muscles and veins in my head and neck are sore for days afterward. My fingertips were even numb this time. As a bonus, my sleep schedule is also screwed. Fuck Fuck Fuck.
I am so sick of all this shit. It is better than it used to be, but I still have very few truly good days. I am still chasing after the one pill or operation that will end it for good. It is really too much to take some days. I don't know how I get to the other side of them. Wait, yes I do! I pound my liver senseless with pills by the hundreds. (I save my old Rx bottles til they fill a shopping bag, then photograph them, then I throw em out. I may have a new photo for ya tomorrow.)
Anyway, on the positive side, the new Daniel Johnston tribute CD, Covered/Uncovered is so seriously awesome I have listened to it over and over and over. Beck is on it, but in listening to the originals of the songs, how could he not be...he owes Mister Johnston a lot. I have also had Simple Minds' New Gold Dream in heavy rotation, and I like the Supergrass compilation more with each listen. It's not news to suggest that George Harrison's All Things Must Pass is awesome, but I have been spinning that a ton too. I gave the new Morrissey another chance and still can only muster a shrug. Same with the new Cure.
I can't wait to go to LA this week so I can visit Ameoba. The new Jah Wobble complilation is out, I think the Pavement Crooked Rain re-issue is coming, the Cure is finally putting out a definitive collection of their early stuff on 3 Imaginary Boys, and Robyn Hitchcock has a new one out. I might also get to see the Cramps while I am out there.
Robyn Hitchcock, Bob Dylan, and Jonathan Richman are out on tour right now (Robyn and Richman are even doing one show together in Minneapolis...what I wouldn't give!) and I think I have a good shot seeing at least one or two of their shows. There is a weekend in Chicago where I could catch Robyn Friday and Jonathan on Saturday. I am so tempted!
My cats hate me for living in such a small apartment. I love my place, but I think I need to find a better place for them when my lease is up. The lady below me is a total assrag, so that makes it an easier call. I hate giving up my location location location however. Ugh.
In my desperation to get away from election and war coverage I have taken to listening to sports talk radio. I don't really know what they are talking about, but it is not all that awful. Before my alterna-life, I liked sports very much, particularly baseball. I listened to a good deal of the playoffs on the radio as well, and it is heresy to say, but I really would like Boston to win. For openers, it is impossible for a Cub fan to root for St. Louis (is there a curse of Bruce Sutter on the Cubbies? Does that explain Leon Durham?), and I am up-to-the-gills sick of the Yankees. I would rather root for the Dallas Cowboys.
Anyway, assuming I wake up feeling half normal tomorrow, I have shitloads of work to do around the casa. I basically don't keep house when I am sick and/or busy, and naturally, it builds up beyond belief. This will be my 3rd weekend in a row of basically have no human contact. I think I am really overpowered by funk these last few months. I am getting a lot of reading done however. I think I don't like classical literature all that much. The more I read, the more I realize that it is all just a cry to be let out of the straight jacket of social conformity placed on them by the hierarchy of European, or Euro-style, caste-system culture. I feel their pain and all, but it is hard to read it over and over when you know how it all ended; know what I mean? Now where is that Tom Clancy book I had, I know it's here somewhere...
Posted by rudayday at October 24, 2004 03:20 AM