snapshot

Nearly nine o clock on the night of another treacherous Wednesday (deadline day), laying on the bed of my girlfriend's mom's guest/computer/my old home when I first moved out here, glass full of tequila in my hand, piles of dirty laundry to my right, listening to the new TV on the Radio mp3 ("Dry Drunk Emperor," do a google search it's online and free and waiting for you to download it), thinking man I should do a blog entry regarding my current status.

Here it is.

Decemberists and Built to Spill this Saturday, hot damn!