Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I sacrificed an entire evening’s free time to attend that pixies gig, but if there’s one band that’s guaranteed to be worth it, it’s them. You can tell this was a gret gig because I actually had beer-hair by the end of it, which I’ve been otherwise free of for some time now. I’ll do a bigger entry on it later because while my mind is still fresh, my body is going “argh god no get into bed for the love of christ” and I’m starting to see its point really.

Even now it’s taking enormous restraint not to articulate how much you’ve missed out if you’ve never seen the Pixies live.

Restraint I just about have… until tomorrow.