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Last night I learned that walking in the summer while angry and drunk makes you really fucking hot.

This does not to really improve your mood.

oh, won't someone notice
when I ache?
when I ache?

After so many years of trying
I fail to see
why I should make you see

I always fail
when I'm trying

So I missed seeing David Byrne tonight by about 15minutes. Seriously-- we stood in the line to end all lines, walked patiently forward for almost two hours only to be about ten people away from the gate when they announced that it was full and we were "welcome to find a place on the lawn".

A place on the lawn. With the other thousands of people who'd (smrtly) already given up on trying to get in and built themselves into a moat protecting every available spot the hill had to offer.

Have you picked up that I am a huge Talking Heads fan? Just a little, maybe? So you'll understand when I tell you that I was so amazingly angry, so instantly livid. I could have stood where I was maybe and just listened to the concert but I was too upset at being so close but so far that all I could was get myself away from the lucky crowd.

So.. in a few hours (edit: on Wednesday!) I'm going to get on a train and go to Virginia to see tomorrows show. There's not another artist alive that I'd do this for but it's David Byrne playing stuff from all of the albums he did with Brian Eno-- which includes my three absolute favorite Talking Heads albums.

Please, David, play Born Under Punches for me.

Plunger Cocks

My new toy, a 1960s electric ukulele.

Also, does he look like a bitch?

Spent the last couple days in Atlantic City. Am now home and lost somewhere between sleep dep and fatigue. Following some locals I know down to watch them win $10k playing in a Rock Band tournament.

And how was I? Manic, manic, manic. Unable to sleep, up almost the entire time. I walked away with about $100 from the blackjack tables, had crazy laughs with NYC peoples, made new friends and (finally) kissed a hot Asian girl. Only had to wait 31 years for that last bit, sheesh.

And now I pay for the excess, a couch sloth back at home, happy to be here and back with my lovely woman.

I need to vacuum my laptop. Keys are starting to not-quite-go-down so easy.

At 5am, two Mt. Dews after having given up on sleep.