Life of Sunburned Agony
Of course, it's Saturday night, that's why no one is around. I'm only here because my sunburn precludes from going out and stalking the mosh pit at tonight's Life of Agony concert, taking place within walking distance from my home. Ok, it's not really the sunburn. It's that whole not leaving the kids home alone thing. Damn kids, always ruining my fun. Wait, I think they're supposed to say that about me. I console myself with the Life of Agony DVD and the small, small glimmer of the old days I felt when I drove past the club today and saw the band's tour bus parked outside. Anyhow, I discovered a great picture I shot of DJ today, but the camera was on multiple shot mode, so it's a really small picture. Damn. Maybe it is partly the sunburn. You know, I do this at least once a year - go to a game and sit there on a hazy day as if that haze was going to keep me from burning. I deserve this agony. Hey, Bill Whittle is at it again. Go read, I hear it's great. I printed my copy out for bedtime reading. How sad is it to be spending a Saturday night making belligerent comments on Fark and watching Finding Nemo?