oh, while i’m checking my email one last time before going to bed, i should probably mention this;
last night i dreamt that i was at an olivia tremor control concert and left to buy wasabi peas with pete erchick. it was nighttime and as we were driving away from the store, there were all of these crazy girls with hooded sweatshirts on with bandanas over their faces trying to hit the car with baseball bats. pete was driving. i was freaking out, as i figure i would actually do if people started coming after the car i was in with baseball bats. i should also mention that the store was that little market on garland street that i used to buy slush puppies at when i was a kid.
the moral of the story is that i really want wasabi peas and a grape slush puppy.