chaosmonkey

The end of March is shaping up to be quite motherfucking awesome: A visit from Amelie, Frank Black & the Catholics return to Louisville, a visit from Amelie, a Sigur Ros show, a visit from Amelie, the new Zelda game, and a visit from Amelie. All this packed into the span of a week. It's nice to finally have things to look forward to other than the end this godforsaken 28-day monster called February. Between sweeps, Valentine's Day, and just plain not having Amelie around, I pretty much wish I were dead. Or at least in a short coma. I often wonder if comas are restful as they seem. They've gotta be better than Michael Jackson interviews and "reality" shows. The point is... less than a month from now I'll be nuzzling my woman. Hot diggity damn!