8:30 on a friday night and I’m home alone .. music up loud, crying artificial tears..

well, not really crying. I have a pretty funky case of conjunctivitis… aka pinkeye.. My left eyes is oozing fluids of amazing colors and viscosity.. It’s so cool that it more than makes up for the ung-dly itching.

I’ve been meditating on the whole concept of ‘artificial tears’ Having shed enough of the real thing its weird and at the same time, comforting to know that one can purchase extras in case you ever run out of the real ones. I have a feeling that I never will, though. ..

Another bittersweet moment today.. Ben and John drive the stampmobile away.. .leaving the garage.. our second home for the past month… completely empty.

at least for that one shining moment.. everything was working well. It’s been quite an experience gettign that thing working.. I wish them well on their quest.. maybe this will help get money out of politics !

ok.. time to turn the music up REALLY LOUD and start dancing.. there’s no one around to watch…

nite all, nite sam
-me