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i'm a bad, bad man.

on thursday, i had the ticketmaster page open, notwist ticket a click away and though "screw that, i might not be able to get down there sunday night and an additional 80% in service charges is crap." i sided on the side of spontaneity, and spontaneity fucked me. got there tonight and it was sold out. and now i'm missing styrofoam and the men responsible for 2002's perhaps-best album, because i wouldn't commit to just sucking it up and going no matter how tired or how without car i was as well as $8 in extra charges. i h8 me. also, i pooched spoon/crooked fingers for waiting too long. i sux.

this weekend brought boons of stuff. friday was happy hour, then back to 14 lake where i broke the first rule of binge drinking and stopped moving. i guess i slept for around 5 hours. got up at 3:30, walked back home turned on nickelodeon and got into bed.

I didn't really fall asleep until 8am, but i did get to see some quality programming: perfect strangers, head of the class and family ties. Then tiny toons came on and i started quarter sleeping wherein i'd be consistently freaking out because i'd be having these little vignette dreams of stuff i couldn't tell whether or not it was real.

Saturday brought some zelda then mike's birthday at golden temple then mary ann's with katie mike lori and a billion retarded girls we all hated. at about one we left and i hit 14 lake for poker where i actually managed to win $10.

sunday was of course mcdonald's and buffy, and then lots of zelda, and then my tale of woe that i opened with.

not to rub lemon juice into your wounds but maaaaan, that was a good show :)