A bank vault full of idiocy

Okee-dokie. First: saw stoner rockers Nebula and rock and soul outfit the Bell Rays last night at New City. Nebula's "music" is comparable to having one's head encased in concrete and then jackhammered free. Rather unplesant. The Bell Rays, despite much local pre-show hype, were a bit of a letdown. Granted, the sound quality was awful (Memo to Nebula: your fucking Marshall stack may make you think you're in Sabbath and enable you to knock beer glasses off tables from across the room and liquify the grey matter of the hippie morons crowding the front, but when you actually blow speakers in the club's PA system, you've got it turned up Too Fucking Loud), but they came off as something of a one-trick pony. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

Woke up this morning (after 6 or so pints last night) with a lovely combo of hangover and head cold. My eyes felt like two Japanese bullet trains trying to speed out of their sockets.

I don't quite understand it, but caffeine seems to fight colds. The past three days, I've generally felt like shit, but can function at near normal capacity ("normal" in my case being no great shakes anyway) after knocking back enough java. Yet another reason to worship the humble coffee bean.