Tell Him I'm Coming and Hell's Coming With Me

I'm pretty sure the Modest Mouse show was great. I'm damn sure I was pretty drunk for it. Then I went to Leslie's and ate cookies and got a ride home. It was a good night.

I woke up with a hangover this morning, so I've spent the day eating high-fat, high-starch foods, talking to Susan, and reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I wonder why you don't see more boys named Huckleberry? They're probably all in Missouri.

I have to drag myself up and into the shower and some clean clothes. I have an obscene amount of homework to do and part of it requires me to go somewhere and interview someone today, which just seems like an ordeal.