phillipetheotter

Damn, the Death Cab for Cutie show fucking rocked. I almost bowed out and stayed home, was running fever and feeling like crap for most of the day, but I didn't want to miss one of my favorite bands. I wasn't able to drink or dance, just kind of stood there and listened, but it was well worth it.

Called in to work today. Don't feel as bad as yesterday, but still feel run down.

Supposed to meet a bunch of folks this weekend, some of the PDX posse are going skating on Sunday. Making friends through nakedness!