For the first time ever, played a grand total of two (short, at that) sets at the Arena. Was free to go by 1:30 — stayed and chatted a bit with Stuart McNair about some website stuff, and then left.

Can’t get things out of my head. Damn my brain. I love it and hate it.

“Maybe you’ll kill yourself
Before I get a turn
Maybe I’ll fall in love
And never learn”
Silverchair / Black Tangled Heart

Sleep. I know, it’s early — but fuck it. Sleep. No more conscious thought. Time to let the dreamstate take over and play those little games it plays so well…