muscle relaxants and jaaaaaamming.

Yeah, whoo.

This is kind of like being drunk, or very very tired, except that I don't have the "whee, I'm all over the place" of drunkenness, and I'm not as fadey as I get when I'm tired. I sure don't feel like actually moving, though. At all. Even though if I got up, it would be just to go in the other room and go to bed. I just feel like... not moving.

One possible side effect is "discolored urine." While that may bother some people, my first thought on reading that was "Cool!"

Jamming tonight was good. Better than I was afraid it would be, certainly, although not as good as I'd hoped. Partly that's because I was spacy and out of it most of the time. Plus, the guy whose idea it was hasn't done any playing out with other people before-- the transition from bedroom computer studio to actual band is a tough one, and requires a major shifting in the way you think about things. He's a good composer, though, and if he can figure out how to arrange his sequenced stuff so we can play around it, it'll be good.

More on that as it comes together.

Now I think I'm going to crash, assuming I can make it into the other room.

z_gryphon, you were right. I _can_ move, I just don't want to...

State map

create your own visited states map
or write about it on the open travel guide

A lengthy train trip when I was 15 covered a lot of those. We headed north from Oregon, turned right in Seattle, and made our way to Chicago. We headed back southward, after spending a week in Washington DC. We cruised the Mississippi on the [Bad username or site: http://www.juliabelle.com/ @ livejournal.com]Julia Belle Swain, and then headed back toward the west coast, pausing in Sacramento for two days before returning home.

That meant I've spent quite at least a few hours in almost every state, and more in most of them.

Lost in Translation

I saw Lost in Translation today.

What a beautiful film...

muscle relaxants

1969
in the sunshine

beatbox

beatbox, yo.