the acoustic thing went over okay. the other acts truely blew. apparently, these sensitive scenesters are also idiots and crappy songwriters. i left early and used the poor dog as an excuse. he presented me with a stuffed rabbit upon my arrival. oh goody.



i wanted to go stalk mark mothersbaugh this evening, but i'm too drunk. two drinks of the bulleit are enough to keep me home tonight. fuck. i might as well polish it off.



alternatively, i could go see brent play. i ought to call ross to see if he's keen on that so that he can drive.



tomorrow, we're doing up the 7" shit. fun fun.



crap. i'm having a total ADD experience. i think that i need some speed or something.



maybe i'll just watch the tv.



bigfoot and wildboy rocks. i'm one of two people that actually remembers it.