I almost forgot that this thing still existed.

(is it sad when the only way you can recall when or where you lived someplace or what jobs you had at certain times are by referencing Diaryland?)

Not much else to say except that I've been working hard, drinking a lot, and complaining very little. Things are relatively good in this little piece of Texas.

Mountain Goats, Black Mountain and Crystal Skulls are on their way tomorrow. I'll get to play hostess and finally witness a band perform live (hopefully) some songs that I've loved the shit out of for quite some time. Those Mountain Goats slay me dead. (in the best way possible, of course)

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