And I'd like to reiterate again my distaste for daylight savings time, because once is never enough.
Secondly, I heard what might be the oddest song in the world - Was (Not Was) and Mel Torme's crooning ballad Zaz Turned Blue, about asphyxiation in the park.
Thirdly, Was (Not Was) will be releasing a new album, Boo!, in April.
Last night, thelost1 and I went to see Broadside Electric. As always, they were fun, despite the sound problems. I'm always amazed at what Helene can get away with - she seems to thrive on interjecting cognitive/cultural dissonance into songs, interjecting Klezmer or Eastern European fiddle riffs into English sea shanties and such.
I ended up awake until 4am (using New Math).
Dreams last night were vivid and surreal. One of them may find its way into fiction. Another, set in high school, in which people were telling me who I should fuck if I wanted to remain one of the popular girls, will likely not. The concept of caring to be one of the popular kids was far more dissonant than the concept of being a teenage girl.
Oh. Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate daylight savings time?