Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Made it to the nail salon, but first, a Baltimore City Paper photographer spotted me crossing the street to my car, pulled over, and asked for an impromptu photo shoot (probably a page 5 "slice of life in Baltimore" thing, sometime in the unspecified future, if it gets used at all). I'd gotten into my car by the time he got his parked, and he waved a shiny City Paper press badge at me to get me to roll down my window -- partly, this got me to take him seriously despite not being in the mood for interruptions; mostly it made me go, "ooh, I want one of those..." Got out and recrossed the street a few times while he shot me with a couple different bodies, changed film, etc. Noticed that he did pretty much what I would have done if our positions had been reversed (photographically, I mean, not counting my being often to timid to approach a potential subject in the first place, that is).

Since two music stores are near the nail salon, I ducked into Bill's Music to get a feel for what's easy to reach on a five-string and what I can expect from the low B string when composing for an instrument that has one (answer: not good in a double stop any lower than D, but a groovy punch all the way down by itself ... so I won't be using it as a drone -- oh, dianec42, have you got flatwounds or roundwounds on yours?). Bought guitar strings, repeated the mantra, "do not look at the mandolins, do not look at the mandolins, do not look ..." on the way out of the store. Got nails done. Bought milk and ibuprofen. Started feeling dizzy again. Got home. Ate. Felt even more dizzy. Programmed VCRs. About to turn lights off and close my eyes.

Dropped my PDA. :-( Cracked the case but not the screen or the digitizer. *whew* Maybe I should go low-tech when feeling crashy -- a notebook or notepad is harder to damage and cheaper to replace. But I'd have to be sufficiently aware of how badly I'm doing, to think to switch.