perhaps now IS the hour

I'm just rolling with the flux right now, people. My poor steed Agnes has faltered once more, and who knows what the future will bring for her. I was driving into downtown last night, to cruise by the Elephant Room and check out some massive jazz ensemble that does some classic rock covers. Just as I was about to park, a battery alert light went on and the steering wheel just locked up. I'm probably fucking lucky I wasn't in an accident and that I was able to park it. That was about eleven or midnight last night.

Obviously, having a busted car amid downtown is a blank check to get your drink on. It's not like I had to worry about driving home, eh?

I eventually found my AAA card and was able to get it towed home, but I felt I approached the whole thing with rather model calm. I was home by about 2, and it was my turn to contribute to the annoying nocturnal sound scene of my neighborhood. Yay for the weeknight warriors!

I feel I'm having a general perspectival shift in my life right now. And I realize it through things like this. I kind of hate my jobs and my appartment, but at least I have both of those things now. I have the ability to survive now, at least. I'm meeting loads of people and having fun. I may be about to get something going with a cool boy here. Remains to be seen. But I'm not putting myself through the ringer over it, which is a refreshing step up.

I also got the new Tom Spanbauer (AKA GOD!) novel, and felt such an intense rush simply from reading about something as simple as his character's recollections of self through an old bathroom mirror.

Which reminds me, I need to shove my face back into that bad boy.