no mas moss

bad and bad, good and good.  i guess at the end it doesn't really mean anything anyways.  it evens out or it doesn't.  end of story.

i'm heading over to nightlife tonight to talk with mr. mcknight and see andrew's band.  tonight could be a great night.  i just need to tear myself away from the television.  the lure of anthony bourdain's no reservations is so difficult to resist!