Whistling in the Dark

There's (finally) a new journal entry: Six Days, about my encroaching surgery and general reactions. Have fun with it, if you like.

I saw Styx in concert over the weekend. It was a fantastic concert, even if it was somewhat... uncomfortable for me. Ah well, by the summer I won't fear narrow seats and people.

Attractive women who press against you are good things. When you can smell alcohol and cigarette smoke as they're doing it, wondering if they've played Renegade or Blue Collared Man yet because they were late getting in because they're getting all liquored up... well, suddenly, attractive women become unattractive real fast. It's frightening, really. Look but don't touch indeed.