Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I kept going longer than I thought I would. I took care of some errands, got the bass back, got Secret Magical Honda-Specific Power Steering Fluid, super-glued a paper napkin to the crack in the power steering reservoir (intentionally), ate lunch ... uh, not in that order. Got to chat with muzikmaker21 over lunch, which was nifty (the conversation was much niftier than the lunch, though the lunch wasn't bad).

The long-sleeved top that fit the weather so well when I left the house to go to court this morning, became far too warm for the way the afternoon warmed up. Go figure. You'd think it was spring or something ...

I painted my nails today. But, uh, with real paint, not nail polish. And, uh, not evenly, kinda spots and smudges. And, well, not just my nails, but other parts of my fingers. And, yeah, not intentionally. Maybe I should've slept first, before marking stuff with a really old (but surprisingly not dried-out!) paint-pen.

Feeling more than a little dead now.

Oh my. Lots and lots and lots and LOTS of sirens while I was writing this. And two (2) helicopters. (I'm gussing that the one too far to see the markings on is television; the nearer one is police. Who has a black or Very Dark Blue helicopter? Would that be WBAL?) I feel as though I should put my clothes back on, grab a camera, and go see what happened. But I'm not sure I'm really awake enough to deal with that. I think I need to just fall over now.

Er ... after I program the VCRs, 'cause sleeping through prime-time does not seem unlikely.

Oh! The second helicopter was WJZ (channel 13). They just showed an arial view on the telly, It's a fire in a rowhouse. They almost never bother to send cameras -- heck, they rarely even bother to mention -- when a house catches fire in southwest Baltimore (as opposed to some other parts of town). I wonder what's special about this one.