I can't get our band's songs out of my head. They're constantly playing back all day while I'm at work; they're that catchy. I have to admit, it makes the day suck less. I'm starting to think we may actually be good.

Hey, it could happen.

So be warned, future audience members: you too will find yourselves unable to resist humming our melodies to yourselves as you leave Quencher's on November 3rd. They'll be indelibly stamped into your noggins all next week, and you just may like it. Hey, at least you can escape. With time, the memory will fade, until the next show. We keep forcing them back into our heads week after week during insane four hour practices^*.

^*I reserve the right to embellish and/or exaggerate for dramatic effect.

^**What subliminal advertising? I don't see any.

The results are in: we sound much better after three beers.

I believe my workplace is where Mike Judge got the inspiration for Office Space.

I just saw a man on a street corner scold a pigeon.

I went camping with some people over the weekend. After all was said and done, the trip created more grief and anguish than it was worth; however I'm glad I went, because I learned a few things:

1) Friends don't treat each other like crap.
2) "Friends" who make me feel unwelcome among them are not my friends.
3) My dog actually does pretty well on a camp site, once he gets used to it. Unfortunately it took him half the stay to get used to it.

I knew two of these items already, but for some reason I need constant reminders.