I received a check in the mail today. An unexpected check for an unexpected thing (that I should have expected but did not logically piece together). All I will say is that when it rains, it pours. And when it's dry, it's the fucking Sahara. That life rule can be applied to both money and women. When you're poor, you're poor. And when the good times stick a tongue up your ass, they waggle it around for good measure.

I really lost what I was going for there, but I think you get the point.

I'm really not in the mood to crank out a full concert review for this one (we'll see what tomorrow brings), but I went to the Three Days Grace concert at Myth up in Maplewood tonight. Psychostick and Army of Anyone opened for them. Psychostick--93x plays their song "BEER!" quite a bit. Once is enough. It's amusing. Qweeeeeehhhhhhh...ha ha...a song about how good beer is sung in a funny voice. Second time--qweh...ha. Third time--enough already. In concert--snore. They're whole deal, whatever that deal might be, is pure schtick. Hat's off to them if they can make it last.

Army of Anyone and Three Days Grace both kicked ass. And the chicks next to me were three syllable der-ruh-uhnk. I talked with a couple of them before they got so drunk they probably couldn't have sat to piss. Cute girls in kind of a skanky way, and much older than they looked. One was 34, but I didn't get the other's age. I have an idea she was younger than 34 chicky though. Dumb as rocks the lot of them. Though I can't say I complained much when they practically turned me into a stripper pole toward the end of the show. I'm sure Mary would not have been as tolerant of their antics had they been next to her instead of me.

Ok, I'm tired, but I'm going to run and get a few groceries and then hit the hay. I'm hanging out with Miss Employed for a while tomorrow and then doing some Christmas shopping with Mary. I have purchased a mere 2 gifts on my list. I'm really finding it hard to get in the Christmas spirit this year. I haven't put a single light or decoration up in my house. Not even dancing Homer in his Santa costume. Maybe the lack of snow and near 50 degree temps have something to do with it.