I dang near blowed myself up...

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So, in the process of tidying up my apartment, I was moving some stuff in my bedroom around. My Duette organ was sitting on top of my dresser as it has for months now. (If yr not familiar, the Duette is a weird little French organ made out of plastic that has an electric bellows...it's sort of like a big harmonica with a keyboard.) Anyhow, I hadn't played it in forever, so I decided to mess around with it. I took it down and plugged it in. I could hear the bellows going, but there wasn't any sound coming out when I pressed the keys. So I lifted it up and POW! - something inside it blew up and the fucking thing shot sparks everywhere. The motor was still going, so I put it down and unplugged it. I always knew that that thing was a little sketchy, but now I have proof. Unfortunately, it is also dead. I never got to record anything with it. Damn. I decided to sit, smoke a cigarette, drink a beer, and share my little tale with all of you.

In other news, Anna & I ventured into the Cyclops (on a Saturday, no less) for Chelsea's 27th (?) birthday soiree. Anna was still hungover from the night before, so she just drank 7-Up all night. I wasn't hung over, but really tired nonetheless. We stuck around until 11:00 or so, then went to our respective homes. I fell asleep on the Lay-Z-Boy, only to drag myself into bed at about 2:30 this morning. I was up until 5:00 Friday nite/Saturday morning. Sheesh.

Awright, gotta go potty.