Listening: Speak My Mind by the Argument.

Reading (perhaps quality): Trainspotting, when I get to it.

Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing.

Drinking: Some water and ibuprofen.

October 15, 2005
12:58 am

Two hand stamps and three bands in one short night- no wonder I'm known as the late night rock star of the group.

Catching some bands with Marie isn't a new thing, nor was the scene we were in. Loud music, semi-smoky bars, tons of people, drunk girls in the bathroom, beer spilled on your shoes, dancing up front right in front of the speakers, leaving the club with ears ringing and hair that smells like smoke all the way through. But he best things about it don't change either - despite having done all of this since college theres nothing like being there, closing your eyes and being able to hear the music all around you, feel it through you, almost part of you. It has nothing to do with how little or much you've had to drink, that feeling is still amazing to me.

The cat is dozing on the floor nearby, lights are low and I'm wiped. And smoky. And I have to get up early for a top secret (but fun) trip out of town. All good reasons to walk away from the computer, turn off the stereo, and catch some sleep.

Doing (life and related tasks): Missing out on sleep.

Doing (crafty stuff): Still working on that scarf.

Wanting: See the earlier comment on sleep.

Anticipating: Will tell you once the weekend's done...