watchin' you

The moon followed me home. Hiding behind houses and trees, like a stalker. It's nice that something wants to watch over me.

Tonight I drank a decent amount with Eileen and discovered that I enjoy the Black Frog a great deal only if the music is at a low enough volume that I don't need to compete with it for attention. They played a couple of songs that I love, like "Love cats" and "Cannonball." It was good times.

Actually, that Breeders song made me all excited for Sled Island. Seat sales will be the death of me. How can I not go to something that costs me the equivalent of 2 days of work, total? I can't. Which is why I'm going to Sled Island. Stupid? Perhaps.