I got back late from Camper Van Beethoven last night -- Sean, Lina and I went to Denny's, of all places -- and went to bed, only to wake up wide awake thirty minutes later. I though it was because of the pseudophedrine in the allergy medicine I took at 8pm. But Kim pointed out that the moon was almost full. Every year I become more sensitive to its phases. Someday they're going to have to drill me with a can of Coors to keep me from getting really hairy.