the pendulum is not only swinging, it's tying itself in knots

from AA to a robert pollard concert at the croc; life is nothing without contrast. i ended up about 4 people back from the stage, surrounded by mostly guys in varying stages of inebriation. two people beside me were discussing how fucked up pollard always is, the show at graceland in particular. this was a show from 2 years ago that i attended. i was content to eavesdrop. they showed a merrie melodies cartoon prior to the show, about a man who finds a frog who can dance and sing baritone opera. he thinks he can get rich off this frog and buys an opulent concert hall to display him, but when anyone else shows up to see, the frog clams up and looks despondent. the man is eventually deemed crazy and destitute; in frustration, he seals the frog in a box that's placed into a time capsule within a building. "2056" the screen blares, and the world of the future, with flying cars and yes-album-cover topography, shows another person discovering the frog upon implosion of the building. it was amusing to see a crowd of fairly disparate folks riveted to a cartoon.
the concert itself was fucking awesome. he was drunk as usual. i counted 6 beers and 5 shots of tequila in the 90 minutes i was there. the band was excellent; if i closed my eyes pollard sounded like someone singing karaoke badly. he told the obnoxious troll next to me to "shut his fucking piehole." the man has charisma. five songs in he bummed a cigarette from someone in the audience, despite the bullshit new law in washington state banning all cigarettes indoors and within 25' of doorways. everyone cheered. (today's paper: seattle is attempting to ban smoking at bus shelters as well. what is this, fucking utah?)
i missed the bus and walked home. the streets are eerie and peaceful at 1am. the only people out are up to no good. i like being part of that generalization. i was partially deaf for most of today. exhausted and absurdly unmotivated at the tacoma ER. stood around and bullshat much more than i should have. dusted lab machines. stocked shelves. watched andy the poodle try to die (one of the two dogs at the hospital with leptospirosis; there were 3 patients altogether, a new low for tacoma).
work is the last fucking thing on my mind lately.
i have been fantasizing about taking a lot of time off.
i am too poor, and too miserly, to do this.
i am fucking tired of working weekends.
the air smells like spring, even if it's still freezing cold.
i cannot tell if i am happy or hyperactive. perhaps both. my thoughts are racing.