di came to work today, which was awesome. she painted at her desk up in the front, while sara and i worked in back, sorting through more fucking boxes. i'm not exactly sure where today went.
we dropped sara off at the train around 5, and di and i went to the apple store for a new keyboard. ocho the cat had pulled many keys off of both my computers last week (as i sit typing on my laptop with a shattered C key). he really dismantled my imac keyboard, and after reassembling all the pieces i could find, i was still out one E key, and the shift key had no spring to keep it up. time for a new keyboard. thanks, cat.
stopped at home briefly, then went to (1) the book cellar in lincoln square to sign some books as per the owner's request, (2) chicago printmaker's collaborative to drop off prints for a show this weekend, and (3) way down to the space that used to be 'open end gallery' at damen and carroll, to see coleman/mueller/resh and a bunch of other folks, including baltie from menthol and john fuller. sadly, we only stayed 15 minutes, then ran to schubas to see liam finn play - he was awesome.
back home.
we headed to bed - i was in bed first, laying face down. due to some weird choreography, as i lifted and turned my head to put the other side of my face down, diana brought her face close to me, resulting in me smashing the back of my head into her mouth. she jumped up and ran out of the room, bleeding everywhere. i felt my head for cuts and found di in the bathroom, blood gushing from a split lower lip. we tried taping the halves together and decided to go to the emergency room, where we arrived at 1am. soon, di received a local anesthetic shot right into the split, followed by five stitches. she was brave, and did a great job. we got home and into bed by three.
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