Doulbe Boner

So today is fixin' to be one of the greatest days there is. Ground Monkeys shall play Beloit tonight, and I've borrowed a copy of the Two Towers (extended edition) so the boners should be a-poppin' all day long.Okay, to be perfectly honest I am a little worried. I recieved about nine phone calls from my girlfriend last night, but wasn't actually home to to pick any of them up. I'm guessing that she may have been a bit drunk though becuase I understood, at most, only a few words of what she said. I'm shakey on that too. She either said she wanted me to come over and was going to wait up for me or that we're broken up. I'm guessing that she won't remember making a lot of the calls though and so there shouldn't be anything to be particularly worried about, except for the part about her being so drunk that she doesn't remember making some of the most truly bizarre phone-calls of all fucking time (which for the sake of all involved I shan't be describing).On the upside, Ground Monkeys got a feature blurb in the student newspaper, the Round Table. Though some of the information seems plausible (given the crazy characters that the paper was writing about), I don't recall giving it to the author when delivering some sample songs and some background information. One of the more interesting observations comes when the author tells us "their sound is more no wave than no wave-try to imagine something like the Flying Luttenbackers crossed with Yoko Ono and microphone jazz. Basically they sound very arty and frantic, like they really are Japanese, instead of simply having a Japanese-sounding name." They want me to to do metal reviews for this paper. I couldn't sound that hip if I tried.Also, my right foot may have some sort of fungal infection, but I've never seen anything like it. All those little cracks underneath my toes-you know those little wrinkles that make babies adorable-have split open and were spewing blood and bile for a while, but now they've scabbed over. They still hurt like a bizatch though.