You know, I realized later on that I shouldn't need a torn ticket to prove I was at the Metro Thursday night. I should have the media pass. Except I can't find it anywhere.

Last night, I thought it was Saturday. I walked all the way into Wicker Park before realizing the show I wanted to see will play tonight. Oh well, at least I found this cool poster of Thursday night's show at Reckless Records while I was out. And hey, look at that, it seems someone was there using my camera that night. And I have to say they took some mighty fine pictures.

In other news, street parking in Chicago seems to have taken over my whole way of life. This morning as I was walking Oreo, I see an empty spot one door down from my building, and think, "Oh, wow, I should move my car into this spot." Then I look next to it, and yeah, that's right. My car was already there. Closer to my building, in fact.

I'm losing my mind, one brain cell at a time.

listening to: New Black.
in my sink: I still don't want to look. It just keeps getting bigger, whatever it is. I think something in it frightened Oreo last night.