Well, I'm about to bed down for the night. I have a few things on my mind, though. Minor things, maybe. But things all the same.

I've more or less finished the picture of Whitey. As usual, I'm not very impressed with my handiwork, but Bert and Lo like it, and even I have to admit that the drawing looks like him. It's an odd feeling, this one. I think I'm going to miss old Whitey more than I've really considered. His was one of those smiling faces; someone who was always trying to stir up some mischief. I just hope I've captured some of that. Even if just a little. Then I would be happy. (sigh)

But on to other things.

The dentist put some sort of pack inside my jaw today. Apparently I had a dry socket, so he shoved something into it to ease the pain and, I hope, help the final healing. But it's done all the same. Hopefully I can just get on with my life now.

I've decided to get the Stratocaster back. Since I'm going to be playing guitar with the band, it only makes sense. Lo is going to let me have it without much hassle, and that's great. I kind of figured she'd make me give Harold what he's paid on it so far, but it looks like she's going to be nice. Jesus. Thanks, Lo.

As for anything else ...

Well, there isn't anything else.

I'm waiting on word about that credit card so that I'll know if I'll have a guitar processor or not. I feel pretty confident about it, but you never know. I've been looking over some software I'd like to buy in the eventuality that I get a color monitor (I'm thinking of trying to get Bert to let me buy one on the card.)

Other thatn that ... I can't think of anything.

Beth punched Eddie at the cafe the other day and knocked him down, which is rather funny in hindsight. I wasn't going to mention it, but I've come to realize that there's a lot that goes on up there which should be written down, if for no other reason than to be fodder later on for some story or scene or moment. Nothing like a bunch of nuts to make things interesting.

Oh, well. I should go. I have to get up early and take a shower. And I have to put the final touches on Whitey's picture. So it's off to bed. With hopes and dreams intact. Jeez. I hope I remember to go to the bank tomorrow, and to Hames Music Wednesday.