It was a good - very cold - but very enjoyable weekend, with way too little sleep involved... VERY tired. (what's new?) The joy of getting away for the weekend is inescapable tho'.

Somebody gave me a mixed cd with a bunch of punk/punk-rock, and i have no idea who this band is, or what the song is called, but pretty striking lyrics...

"well i say it to myself all the time...:
Stop living half a life, and feeling like i'm half alive.
Yeah, i can't get enough, i'm not satisfied
i'm wasting my time with this daily grind
is this real life?
keep telling myself, what matters is in the inside."

rock on.
c