the big city

yesterday i was in the big city. i went to see a clockwork orange, the defiant's last show, at gallery 37 down in the loop. it was a grand time - it was the kind of theater i don't get to see often: provacative, swear words, violence, and intentionally disturbing.

after the show, we went to a club called neo. it's a club known for playing industrial dance music all the time, and it happened that last night in particular was goth night. now, i was never a goth, or really really into the whole industrial scene, but sometimes it's good to let your Dirty Evil Side out just a little bit. i drank, and danced, and have never felt so suburban in my life. i suddenly felt extremely unpierced, undyed, unzippered, untatooed.

i spend last night on christa's couch, and this morning i drove home, full of plans for the day.. i have stuff to work on, and honestly intended to be uber-productive. instead, i took a nap, watched some tv, ate a chicken patty (which i'm convinced contain some sort of addictive ingredient that's got to be illegal).

now, i'm going to do the dishes, and head to bed in hopes of getting enough rest to be doubly productive on my surprise day off tomorrow.