Sentence probably only ever uttered in my house: “Lenny Briscoe is kind of a pale, scrawny rock dude, in his own way.”

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The Springwater again last night. Bands good. Yes. It’s the kind of place you really want to avoid the bathroom. But sometimes you can’t avoid it, so I go. Door’s locked, I wait. There’s giggling behind the door and I’m thinking to myself, man, this is not the kind of bathroom you want to take a friend in with you. It’s also v. v. small. And then the door opens, of the women’s room and two dudes come out. Kind of emo, faux-punk dudes with spiky hair and necklaces. You know the type. Yikes. IRB said it best, “The women’s room at the Springwater is apparently the new YMCA.” Heh.

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I am full of procrastination today. It’s like a disease. With no cure, other than action and so I’ll spring into action. No, for real. I’m going right now. What? I am.