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Fuck. I hate it when I resolve to do a thing and believe that I've done it, only to discover than in fact I've been kidding myself all along. My brain and I are currently on the outs. (John says I should stop blaming my brain when it's m'heart that's giving me the trouble, but I say fuck that noise.)

By the end of the Fruit Bats encore last night, the lead singer was forgetting the words to his own songs. I'm pretty sure that if you can't remember your own songs, it's time to clear the heck off the stage. On the other hand, frites are the best thing in the world. And did you know that they close the upper bar at Neumos? Because I didn't.