but apparently i lost more brain cells than i realized. see i spent the day as i have the last many, coordinating the renovation of a new tattoo shop. it's wildly exciting and all, and i've been happy to log extra hours watching this space which had formerly been brutalized by bad color choices transform into ours.
yet all day i felt vaguely that i was forgetting something. i chocked it up to the overwhelming list of things to be done and proceeded to pinch my finger in the door on the way out.
any plans tonight? my friend who'd hung new sheetrock asked.
oh no, just this.
and after i finally closed the roll-down gate and looked back at our progress, feeling a great sense of satisfaction, i dropped some artwork off at the studio, swung by my friend's place to give hugs to counteract her blues, wandered aimlessly into target (yes, my wild 11pm on a saturday night outing to target), then got hit on by the guy in a truck on atlantic avenue making me the best falafel i've ever had.
while ALL THE WHILE, friends who i really care about were toasting their birthdays! it started at 6:30 while i was still huffing primer fumes, with ben, who usually receives a loaf of fresh-from-the-oven pumpkin bread from me (i even bought the pumpkin earlier in the morning!). then continued at 8:30, probably not too long before i closed up the construction site for the night, with dear barbara, who i haven't seen in god knows how long. damnit!!
and the only way i realized my mistake was to see barbara this morning on facebook. here is what prompted my 'oh shit' moment: