tuesday night, before band practice, i decided to stop and get a burrito. when i got to band practice and started eating that burrito, i discovered that the rice in said burrito was incredibly undercooked, therefore ruining my dining experience. as we were at band practice, i couldn't exactly bolt out and go back to q'doba to complain. so…i paid for a burrito that i didn't eat. i've been contemplating going back to that q'doba and complaining about it, but i don't know how much good it'll do, after the fact. fucking uncooked rice…

we got the schedule for the forecastle festival. we'll be playing on the "east" stage from 6:30 – 6:45pm. a quick look at the entire schedule shows that we've been given the shortest time out of any band playing the event. hrm. good thing we have a short set.

last night i went out with a friend to do some drinking. it was a good time out. always a pleasure to just sit around over beers and shoot the shit.

the other night, when we went to the bar to hang out with kevin before he left for japan, there was a mexican guy sitting at the bar, drinking away. when i walked up to the bar to get a beer, it became apparent that this guy was incredibly enthusiastic about two things: drinking beer (which i understand completely) and talking to me in spanish (which i didn't understand at all). i caught a few words, had to stop him from beating me in my back on the side with the spider bite, and just generally stood there looking confused. when i came back to get another drink later, he was sleeping with his head slumped on the bar. he seemed like a good enough guy, even if he was smiling and calling me a gringo.

about that spider bite…i'm paranoid that it was poisonous and it's now eating my flesh.

i need to get more sleep.