Getting quieter and darker here... it gets so very dark in the summer when the heat kills the clouds and opens up the sky to let the night in. I can't believe it was 85 today.... this summer is going to be a good one. Taking bets on when it hits 100.... I say before May 1st.
Spring Break dawns, I guess. While all y'all are out having wet t-shirt contests and getting drunk or whatever it is people who care about such things do on Spring Break, I will be cracking down on myself and trying to get this damned D&D campaign on its feet. My work ethic is just abysmal, even on things I actually want to do.
So instead of devoting my brain to things that produce concrete results, I stay up late weaving stories with phantoms (you know who you are) and listening to my new Bright Eyes CDs. Get them, they're awesome. One of them is a foray into electronica like we've never seen from Bright Eyes before.... it's like Bright Eyes with shades of Modest Mouse. Riddle me that one. At least it's cheerier than their earlier albums... I could've renamed Fevers and Mirrors as "Music to Slit Your Wrists By." Don't get me wrong, there's a soft spot in my heart for whiny annoying indie rock, but here's a tip for any aspiring Conor Oberst's out there: Crying onstage has been done. It's like biting heads off small rodents, you can do it once and it's a selling point. IT IS NO LONGER COOL. Now it's just... embarrassing.

G'night all of you... whoever you are.