The night before something really big happens (a tour, recording, etc.) is like the night before Christmas and it's almost impossible to sleep. Chris gets here Thursday, and i guess since i'll be at Gateway Medical Research from tonight until Friday morning, my body decided to make last night my too-excited/nervous-to-sleep night.
Finished up the lyrics to one of the songs yesterday, and there is only one song that's hurting at the moment. I went to Sacred Grounds, the local Edwardsville coffee shop, to try to write lyrics. It was like a scene from a movie: i got my coffee, found a table, and sat down. As soon as i opened my notebook and took my pen cap off, the place went from dead silent to just BLASTING reggae over their little public address system. After about 20 minutes, they changed it to the sattelite radio equivalent to Lillith Fair. It was slightly better, but it's hard to focus when Alanis is thanking India, terror, and disillusionment just a few decibels louder than necessary.
Otherwise, we were recently given a fish tank, and Aaron got a crab for it (i'm pushing for the name "Rangoon").
While writing this, I'm listening to the new Animal Collective record, "Strawberry Jam". I can't help but feel like they're trying really hard to piss me off.