three months later, days away

i write nothing because i get caught up in a cavalcade of death and then a turkish wedding and then a getting-ready-for-baby.

now i am no longer concerned with death, the two are wed, and we are basically ready for the baby.

due in 9 days.

probably happening in more like 16.

cool with me.

so, am i stressed? have i consumed sufficient booze for three people? how's the baby-cooker?

these are all reasonable questions, though the answers are boring...

1- i am only worried about money, and that only occasionally and not intensely.

2- i drink enough for 1, maybe 1.5, and sometimes none and sometimes all of us.

3-michelle is a perfect little baby-cooker.

what else? we finished our term in birth class, which was, like all classes i've ever taken, basically only worth the people we met. one of those people already squeezed out their little monster. another of those people is a little weirded out about the fact that we refer to our chupa as a chupa, like chupacabra, like this...
or like this.

i like that guy.

the second one/ the guy who wrote that, whoever he is.

ok, so anyway, there are things to do still, even though i say there are not. we have a tiny bit of shopping to do, some more house cleaning (which i apparantly do far too slowly and thoroughly). i put in the car seat. easy. michelle is packed for the hospital, but i, i still need to pack. a few months ago i wrote a preliminary list of necessities.

1- champagne
2- cigars
3- cameras

it now seems i'll have to amend this list by adding a change of clothes, my phone charger, and a toothbrush.

and weed.

maybe a dirty martini, or the makings of one. you know, for the babymama.

speaking of the babymama, she's pretty great. she only complains a little, and basically only about being hot and fat, which she's not, fat. just got that baby belly. there's a little person inside her, which reminds me, we should get mushrooms.

so, in the interest of paying for the chupa, i'm working video playback on grey's anatomy today. it's mellow like a half-nap. eric stoltz is directing and his voice is exactly the same as his voice, so it reminds me of his characters when i hear it. most notably, the host of the house-party in say anything, but i'm sure he did other stuff, some kind of wonderful, what year is it? pulp fiction! yes, and even more recently, hmbmdsnfmdsngksdgnwr. remember?

ok, so i have stumbled into a casual and conversational friendship with one of the writer/producers on the show, and he just stopped by and i mentioned today about my writing plans... and now we'll see if i can actually write anything.

speaking of which, chupacabras should make an appearance in rob's script, and maybe also in the complaintants.

funny stuff, chupacabras. funny stuff.

so, yeah charley jane chupacabra baba-souvlaki eggamoggin fuller cole, you're coming into a pretty sweet place.

as long as we don't catch fire or get crushed in an earthquake.