Ahhhhh, the 12 hour work day.

What more can I say about it? Nothing that wouldn’t involve a veritable fuckton of swearing, so I’m keeping my big mouth shut for once.

In other news, something about me. I’m a live music junkie. It is with much regret that I’m letting the habit keep me from Saturday’s activities (and food!). The wonderful people at The Onion have deemed me worthy of winning one of their online contests, so that night I’ll be travelling once again to the fine city of Madison. This time to see Fastball (I thought they had broken up, but apparently they haven’t) and whoever’s playing with them. I’m kinda jazzed about it – I saw them play once at the KROQ Weenie Roast like 3 or 4 years ago, and they’re really good.

So happy birthday to you, Pete, and I’m sorry I can’t make it.

Now’s the time on sprockets when we eat a massive bowl of pasta salad, dance a jig, and crawl into bed.