Just came home from the second of three training days this week. One to go tomorrow in Boston.

My feet — especially my right foot, the one with the plantar fascitis — are aching and bruised. I hope I can get through one more day. I’ll probably be skipping Storytellers to let them recover, because on Saturday Faro, a_solitaryman and I are turning the living room into a recording studio and going into a marathon session to try and write and record the entire new CD in one day. We’ve got four poems done, I’ll try and pull together the version of “Punk” we’ve been working on with me on electric, and the rest will come together, I’m pretty confident. Chris has got a hot new digital 8-track and we spent some time last weekend learning how to use it and dialing in effects and stuff, so we should be good to go pretty quickly.

(this also means that I’ll be missing Maxine Kumin in Brockton Saturday afternoon. poop.)

I also was the recipient of an undeserved good deed last night. It’s not something I want to talk about here, other than to say that sometimes, I am moved to tears by people.

If I owe you a phone call…I will return it a bit later. I need to recoup some energy right now.

PS:

Thanks to frequegrl there’s a PS2 in this house. I’m finally getting hooked on a video game — “Just Cause.” I spend time every night attempting to overthrow a small South American government, with the assistance of the CIA. Total amoral kiling and expedient politics in a blender on my TV.