The chorus grows louder

After a horrendous week of lifting boxes in the cold rain, forgoing sleep for a trip to the hospital, and helping conservatives get their illogical hate brigade messages on public airwaves, I got to see Quintron & Miss Pussycat open up for Peaches at the 9:30 Club. It makes me wonder why I don't work harder on strengthening my creative muscle. Because after last night, there's very little doubt about what I'd rather be doing with my life. Don't be like Bozo Wilzon the Wage Slave, kids! Stop doing your homework and start building instruments!