Friday night in the asylum

Wow. Welcome to my exciting Friday Night! Laundry is done, folded, cats have been both fed and verbally abused, and I'm cranking the Keren Ann. This is a really nice record. It's like...really nice.

I discovered this week that Bolgogi is fucking great. I learned this because of some graffiti in the Tokyo Gardens bathroom that said: HOLY JESUS!!!TRY THE BULGOGI! And it was pretty excellent.

I'm feeling rather weird- I fell of the Paleo wagon and have been eating bread and other evil shit for a couple weeks, and while it's good for recovery from the training, my moods suck and I grow psychologically unstable. I also wake up with a gluten hangover. Fuck that.

This probably explains that 'boat in the church' dream. Which, by the way, took place in Salt Lake City.

There was another dream after that one- an early morning dream. I was in a 1890's Seattle bar drinking with the devil. The devil was making these whiskey & soda spritzers and betting me I couldn't kill myself with them...and I don't mean drinking myself to death. No, what was up was you had to put your forehead down over the glass (these were maybe five ounce glasses) forming a tight seal, and the carbonation-fuzziness would just get crazy intense, and if you kept your head locked down tight eventually the pressure would build and blow your head off. I tried like five times, but started laughing too hard to stay- that fuzzy soda feeling was just way too much!

The devil, he's joker, a real live wire.

I wish I could sing like Keren Ann. She's a bad-ass. Goodnight.