Tonight The Mountain Goats play at the Canopy Club. This will be the first concert I've ever gone to totally by myself (although J might be doing sound), but I'm really looking forward to it. I think I have a thing for musicians with slightly weird, nasal singing voices: TMG's John Darnielle, Dan Bern, Tom Petty, John Prine. They're all artists whose voices you can either love or hate. I do wish the show didn't start so late, though. It starts at 9 and there are two opening bands. Maybe I'd better have another Diet Coke.

I'm still pissed that the need to avoid the boy caused me to not go to the Sleater-Kinney show this weekend. Grumble.

Yesterday I was hit with a fit of inspiration and submitted a design for the GSLIS t-shirt contest that I'm pretty sure will win. (You know how sometimes you're just in the zone? I think I like this one better than either of my two previous winning designs.) And even if it doesn't, I think it's one that could do well in my store.

there's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet
no matter where you live.
there'll always be a few things, maybe several things
that you're going to find really difficult to forgive.

-The Mountain Goats, "Up the Wolves"