For being broke on a Tuesday night, I sure am enjoying life. Got off work early and went and had beers with Josh at Helios, where I saw the lovely and fascinating Cheyenne. Stayed past last call for a bit, had a kir royale, was kicked out, along with other miscreants, by a tired Argentine. Walked home in the heat, which was fantastic in the way only a drunken reluctant lover of H-town can understand. Got home, had a cold glass of water, said hello to Dr. Long Ghost and Mr. Finnegan, and read an email saying that my copy of the new Brant Bjork album had been shipped. Tossed Incarnate by The Obsessed on the turntable, and here I am.

All right.