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I'm in an Elvis Costello mood this morning, and not the shiny, happy latter-day Elvis - we're talking acid-edged early Elvis and his spit-in-your-eye sense of anarchy and subversion. It fits on a Wednesday.

The great air conditioning flood of 2005 has been dealt with, the carpets have been re-tacked (though inexpertly) by the apartment complex (after Melly bitched them into action for while we were in New York), and the reinvention of my living space is underway, more by the force mejeur of shoving 1/3 of the room's contents into the other 2/3 of the room. wheeeeeeeeeee! Slow going, the recovery. I need a VCR cart for the laser disc player. I blame Geroge Lucas. If he'd release Star Wars in its original form on DVD, I wouldn't need to hold on to laserdiscs...well, except for John Woo's The Killer, maybe... But at the moment, I have a big mound of sortable crap in the middle of my room, begging for my attention. I'd rather sleep, frankly. Anyone have a dump truck I can borrow?

I need to push through the last five things to do with "Eatin' Good" (a.k.a. My Favorite Albatross) so I can move on to "Termemento". A forced room re-arrangement is a really annoying setback.

My trip to NY was time well spent. Had a long heart-to-heart talk with an old friend about life and the universe and the nature of God and the challenges of love; trekked through some old haunts; hung out with my sister at the drive in she manages; and of course, there was my dad's party, which had no fistfights, no shouting, and a very moving speech by sister number two, who isn't usually so openly emotional. Hardly a family gather as I know them at ALL. He was floored, my father. I sometimes think I got my 'baffled that people like me as much as they do' face from him. I also managed to write five pages of a new story with the working title "Knotwork" over salmon and soup at Houllihan's, a quiet meal alone because sometimes, I need my quiet. And I was blessed with a waitress who understood that I was in a groove, let me do my thing, and got a very nice tip and a thank you note for her consideration of my muse.

My neck is a knot this morning. Hmm. Hope this isn't life imitating art. Methinks I need a big cup of comatose.