The Weaver Brothers are not happy campers.



Neither Daniel nor I are in particularly good humours at the moment. D to the EL is trapped in an especially deep circle of hell, on what I've dubbed as [in somewhat of an 80's Matt Groening homage] "The Hardcore Tour from Heck". He's using his new T-Mobile Dash to keep us updated from the road via his too oft ignored blog. Daniel reminds me why I've always refused to tour: it's depressing, expensive, exhausting, and no one cares about your shitty band. Wish him luck and give him encouragement by sending an email to: dayofthedot AT gmail DOT com [obviously that would be in the form of an actual email address].

When I came out of the store tonight, there was a tiny chunk of glass in my back tyre. Yup, a fucking flat. Meg came to meet me and we tried in vain to fix it for about half an hour. It was entirely too dark to see the puncture in the tube, so I put the whole bitch back together and we walked our bikes the two miles home. I'll patch it tomorrow morning. It's no big deal in the long run, but it sure did piss me off. I was quite displeased.

After we got home Megan got peppermint oil in her eye. Nice, eh?
Now I'm going to sleep away my troubles.
- posted by Mason @ 11:59 PM