the sun doesn't go down. it's just an illusion.

have spent a lot of time in the past few weeks saying goodbye to people i love, such as my grandpa. now i sit in the basement of the house i grew up in, unable to sleep, but at least i'm packed. at least i've got that going for me. tomorrow morning i will roll out of bed, load the last few things into my silly little car and drive off into the sunrise with my pops.

had the very fortunate opportunity to see one of my favorite bands ever on friday. if you ever get the opportunity, i recommend you see their documentary entitled "fearless freaks." not just for the music lovers out there. wayne coyne, the lead singer, is a god among insects. no lie.