I said I was going to post more, but who has time for posting?
As I just wrote to Bruce:

I could use a week off to get my affairs in order. Instead, Sunday is the Alice in Wonderland Tea Party noon-5 at Trout Lake (good for little kids, if you know anyone who has any), Monday is another Planks rehearsal, Tuesday is 57 Varieties, Wednesday the '80s band, Friday the radio show, Saturday a Planks show at the Summer Dreams Reading Festival and Sunday a Planks show at the Car-Free Commercial Drive festival. Phew! Thursday I guess I get to put my brain in a plant pot and massage it gently with a plunger.

I suppose this must be kind of like what having a regular job is like, only a regular job will yield regular pay that is often above minimum wage. Still, it's not like I can complain that I've cultivated so much demand for my stupid accordion tricks. (I do understand that the typical supply-and-demand moderation in these circumstances is to increase the going rate: too much work? Charge more!) In all fairness, it would be easier to keep a handle on all this nonsense if the temperate was a bit milder. These days my brain only stops broiling long enough to emerge from a swirling miasma of cloudy thoughts around 9, 10 pm... by which point the day is already done! (And hence, my slide back into nocturnalism just in the interest of getting stuff done! Hence the 2 am LiveJournal post.) (After all, late-night posts are virtually unknown in other seasons, right?)

The B:C:Clettes Cabaret is going swimmingly, I have two pages of fascinating notes regarding my Outlaw Band tour to type up ... and God only knows if they will suffer the same, un-shared fate of my previous tour notes (or my jury duty experiences, no less!) I have article deadlines. I need to submit a recording of my poems-on-squeezebox to the Word on the Street, post-haste! And let us not forget some essential business of picnicking, playing games and making the most of the flower of my youth. Someday it might even occur to me that it's been a long time since I kissed a girl, and that I might like to do something about that.

In any case, if I seem to have disappeared, let this harried grocery list of activity suggest the kinds of things I'm up to instead of waxing contemplative about my stalled life (I said... I feel like a failed state, unable even to account for essential services.) Please don't let the flustered tone deter you from seeing if I'm up for shenanigans: earlier this week I ruled that if the question is "picnic?", the answer is yes. (And then proceeded to picnic two days in a row. Not bad.)