I just got home from seeing a tiny bit of the rocktastic Falls City Angels (they've improved 5000% since the first time I saw them) and the fucking clever Alcohol Stunt Band (Chris Crofton is my new hero) and had my TV on TBN for some reason. I can't remember why I had it on this when I left for the evening's events but doggone, I left it on when I got home because Kirk Cameron was evangelizing. I mean, I had a gazillion KC posters on my walls as a tween (before we were called tweens and were a highly marketed-to demographic), now he's preaching the good word of the gospel. I knew he was a Christian, I just didn't know he had his own progrm. This all makes me feel kind of dirty. Wonder if he still likes Prince, on account of Prince is now a Jehovah's Witness?

And then, THEN I see Gary Busey doing a promo for something or another. I didn't catch it cuz I was distracted (youtube? phone call? can't remember).

Now I'm listening to some dude sing. Flashy just finished Denny's rawhide. God bless us, every one.

You know, I'm not the least bit tired right about now? I've been home for an hour now and just don't have any interest in sleeping. Is it the caffeine I had during the movie (more on that later)? Or is just that I feel great? I might have stayed at the bar but I had the world's worst headache. Even seeing my ex-bf with a plain, personality free girl didn't impact my great mood. Maybe it was my cleavage. Maybe Jack Sparrow is the world's greatest antidepressant (more on the movie later, short version: will reserve judgment until The World's End is released, but love the Depp).