On my way home from Jersey last night, I figured I'd stop in at TNO in order to just say hello. Sitting there with my beer and chicken tenders, I started to look around and realized that all of the lovely people whose company I was enjoying were going to be out for Jenny's birthday dinner this evening. I think it was about that time that I decided to leave. It was kind of like choosing a restaurant, "well, what about Thai?""Nah, I'm having that for dinner." I need more non-Elliott friends.

Another realization I made on the drive last night, was that even though I really like a lot of music with kind of depressing lyrics, I can't even begin to identify with it. I'm not a moody teenager. I'm not a tortured artist. Have I just not experienced enough in my life to have felt that kind of pain and despair? Or am I just too normal and well adjusted for proper musical enjoyment?