oh, two hundred hours

the middle of the night is damn weird when you're awake for it. no one is around. it's just you, the sound of your breathing, and the sloshing of grey matter in your head. at least i think that's what that sound is. maybe it's just residual feedback from the muse show the other night, at which i learned that curly hair does not make very good ear plugs. but chewed up ticket stubs do.

grain belt does not make a beer that isn't premium. and for this i am grateful.

i heard that 'the goodbye party' (an organization that helps people plan and celebrate their funerals) has an event coming up at which you can listen to live bluegrass music whilst you build your own coffin. i was unaware that bluegrass music and coffin-building went together. but then again, i was unaware that chinese food and chocolate pudding go together. if i were to plan an event like this, i would have a volleyball play-off in which the winning team would have to build the coffins for the losing team. this is a good plan.

the text messaging on my phone does not recognize the word 'blueberry'.