Andy came into town yesterday (!) and we went to the Black Market Babies show last night. They rocked hardcore and played with a bad named Busholini (there's your first clue, Shirlock), were dressed as SS men with FEMA hats and the lead singer danced in his own mosh pit during their set.
I'm being incredibly stupid and stubborn (surprised?) about something and I've realized that I'm walking the fine line between vivacity and insanity. Go me.