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Yesterday was one and a half tasty tasty whiskey sours at The Diamond pre-Jer's gallery opening (well done sir, bytheby). Only one and a half because the last half wound up puddling on the floor and soaking my jeans with the sweet caramel smell of Maker's Mark. Flying appendages, knocking things over, I'm so graceful and coordinated. Awesomeness.

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My space heater, which I keep constantly blowing air at my feet during the day, has taken to turning off periodically. I think it's an overuse safety thing, it shuts off when it gets too warm and then turns back on again when it's re-cooled. I realize this is a good thing, preventing fires and such. But still, every time it happens I resent it and pout like a child. I've said it before, I think I'm addicted to space heaters.

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Yoga this morning was a gong show. It's like everyone in the room was a little off and itchy or something, wonder what sort of energy crept in there overnight. When the room is a gong show the mental focus lessons increase, it takes more effort to keep realigning your brain to the activity and to ignore everyone falling and fidgeting than it does to just physically hold the pose. No wonder I came back and took a nap at 830AM.

Two days off the yoga now, thankfulness.

Peace, people.
T.

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More Martin today. This song is certifiable and I love it. As the iTunes review says: "Keep It Simple is the album's real hoot: think Dr. John rapping about anything and everything that comes to mind, with a little Tuvan throat singing tossed in for laughs."

You've got to admire a man who isn't scared of his Crazy.