I SCREAM

for ice cream. But wait, there was none. The roomies seem to have eaten it... if you are reading and a roomie... my apologies (there is only one I know of that reads this). But on my way home from the concert, I was thinking about my vanilla fudge ripple in the freezer. Upon my arrival, I saw the carton in the trash. Sadness filled my heart, then anger, then guilt over the anger, then confusion over why I felt guilty, then ... well then I was just tired.... too many emotions in a really short amount of time.

I also screamed at the concert... well shouted... well kind of chanted/ cheered/ speak sing kind of dealio. The Psalters were great, as they were last time. The drumming was super. The vocals were unusual, and the one dude who played like 8 different instruments during the course of the evening was incredible. Two thumbs up. My only critique - deoderant. The Psalters are kind of stinky. Probably in part due to the fact that all 8 of them live on a converted school bus into rock bus.

Ice cream and deoderant for all.

kermama