brews before shrews

I am eternally grateful for the sustaining caffeination provided by my fellow peons on days like this with late nights and early mornings, the never-ending production of strange discourse that bemuses the masses, and the liquid brew in the now relicked Mug of Madness to wake me up and soothe my barking-seal-sounding throat, which has raised some concern as far as Her Majesty goes.

While I didn't get tickets in time to see Henry Rollins tonight, and despite being arty and barely creative not being much of a film festival person (I can't remember the last movie I saw in the theater, it's been years), but looking forward to seeing the cousins and other relatives where there will be the usual goodness that comes from music-playing, heated political/cultural discourse, and just being around each other. And, of course, cathartic and gorgeous music. Yay.