necrosis

I must make a promise to myself: Rob, if you're trying to save money, do not, under any circumstances, go to Brisbane. You might have will power, but that is irrelevant - the city and its many music shops, shows, and liqour stores (coupled with endless opportunities to drink) suck the cash from you. Simply distance yourself from Brisbane and your efforts to save will prevail.

In other news, I got one of the last available tickets for The Mars Volta show in Brisbane. A good reason to break my promise to myself, is it not?

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P.S. Results of last night's drunken escapades...
- Mass amounts of premixed Wild Turkey and cola consumed + shots
- Three music DVDs watched in a row, complete with couch-moshing
- Lots of chicken wings eaten, making the previous activity even more metal
- A two-hour search for my glasses the next morning
- Intense nausea for half the day
- One long, heartfelt text message