I always decide that after ten o'clock at night is the time to dance madly around the living room for an hour . Mostly because that is when I remember I need to download my forty mp3s before the eMusic account rolls into the next month. I have found more weird indie stuff in the last year than I ever discovered in college, which is ideal as I was not yet developed enough to appreciate it at the time. Regardless, I have been playing all my Beatles and Wings records in succession, because I'm regressing and growing my winter coat. I maintain that Back to the Egg is sorely underappreciated, and Press to Play is weirder than it sounds first time around.
We saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra last weekend. It was very loud. I liked the parts with fire. I was my magical kind of non-alcoholic hungover so not in the best place for that kind of thing. I was handing out double handfuls of candy to eight hundred poorly-costumed little kids at Annie's house the night before. Several of them held out two separate bags, which I did not understand, but I filled them up anyway. Then I had to go see a band just to prove I wasn't afraid of any of them, and now I never have to go again. Which is good, because my dear friend the singer was trying to take pictures down my shirt. I already gave that one a bruise on his shoulder that lasted three months; I will have no qualms about breaking a bone.
This is the first presidential election I've been able to vote in where my candidate won. I suppose I should rejoice but doubt the world will change magically in four years. I guess I don't have to worry about expatriating immediately, but I think I'll get my passport renewed anyway.
It's been a really long day. I woke up to find Pushkin slinking around the apartment with my toothbrush stuck through his collar, and it's all kind of been like that. I think tonight is Friday because I did laundry and used the mud mask. That was a lack of foresight on my part. I'm supposed to go out with them after work because it's someone's birthday. I have got to quit being social. It isn't really expensive, since all I drink is diet Coke, but it makes me tired and burns brain cells.
I was born a unicorn, I could have sworn you believed in me, then how come all the other unicorns are dead?
