i didn't even know what a nuclear panter plant was.

friday night saw me on the couch and up 'til 2am photoshopping pictures from the Gomez concert a couple weeks back. a slow computer is a bit off-putting.


on saturday, i got a haircut then headed down to my brother's place for some pre-festivities festivities including coffee, fatties, and the loudest half-drunken covert Christmas tree operation to have ever taken place.

hamilton was my final destination where many beers were consumed, post-haste. the bartender asked if i wanted green beer to which i replied, "no."

a girl in the crowd asked me what was up with my shirt. "are they a band, or...?" i told her they were a great band and that she should go see them, but she interrupted me and slurred:

"'cause it's juss so cool that like someone like you, tall, and goddess-like and stuff would like be wearing a shirt that says 'Priestess'. ya know? like a priestess, powerful..."

it kind of trailed off there as i was dealing with my own state of enhanced existence.

the gas-station tim hortons on the walk back to aaron's place yielded two free muffins and laughter about the other band's drummer's careful selection of his gas station sandwich. dude, they all taste like sausage, even the bread!

some sealab 2021, more fatty, bedtime, greasy spoon breakfast, drive home avoiding downtown at all costs.

slept 'til noon, though... not too tired now. what to do?