(I notice that I've long since forgotten to title each entry, so...)

IF IT WAS 80 DEGREES AND SUNNY...

This would've been one sweet-ass evening. As it stands, it's still rad.

Got a case of Lone Star on the way home from work. Got home and found all the records I've recently ordered, along with Sara in a good mood. Threw on the Probot disc, dug on the visuals of the two Brant Bjork albums (the Jalamanta vinyl includes a cover of "Take Me Away," a bad-ass song by the almighty Blue Oyster Cult, which is why I went for it), drank some beers, shot the breeze with the neighbor, and ate dinner/talked with Sara. Fuckin' A, dudes.

Fuckin' A.