and i'm spent

you know you're getting too old for "this shit" when, after a night out with friends, you're tired enough that pipetting through your filmy sheath of consciousness feels akin to a DUI.

last night's royksopp show was fan-freaking-tastic, right down to the 2 hours outside scamming for tix, energized by memories of adolescent vigor; getting in at the last minute with kz, and finding out that katsu and e$ made it in for free to see the last few tunes. the stuff they dropped was amazing, and when the opening to 'remind me' thudded into my feet and through to my scalp, i totally remembered that religious moment feeling, like when i first saw phish and they played 'bouncin round the room,' or the opening riffs to 'airbag' when i sat atop my brother's shoulders at radiohead. in my eyeballs and out my fingertips, between my toes and down my spine, that was some fucking music.

in denial of our working-man's hours and pauperish states, we declared the night to be young and went for a quick slice before hitting up drum and bass at elements for a guinness and some skull-thumping chunky beats. we made it to bed around 3, and boy did that hurt for the 9 to 5. i got through the day with 2 very large coffees, one from dunkies and one from starbucks, lest i miss out on any proprietary stimulants by being too brand-selective.

midway through starting an hplc run, i realized that the computer screen was pulsing as though i were hungover, and my mouth felt like i'd smoked all night and huffed a wood-burning stove for breakfast. having only had one beer and no cigarettes, i can only attribute this to a weird physical reaction. it's called getting old, and burning the candle at both ends.

(but it gives a lovely light. to totally rip off some millay).