Another day do doo da doo

I can't even remember what day it is or what I am doing...oh yeah; it's Friday, I'm going to Portland tonight & dropping Cosmo off at his cousin's for the weekend while I go and play down at the Tonic lounge. Please come, Portland people, if you're not grieving too hard about Elliot Smith.

For some reason, I feel pretty good about the (nearly) straight-edge lifestyle I've fallen into lately, regardless of how fun it sounds to be fucked-up and depressed and on drugs and drink all the time.