The rain & grey outside, while comforting in that it's a difference from the sunny-and-75-degrees, is not doing much to help my mood. Quite frankly, the malaise of not wanting to do anything except stay in bed, watch movies and order in pizza is threatening to overwhelm me. It's not helped by the fact that the woman I was interested in -- the one who abruptly told me on Sunday she wasn't comfortable with the whole online thing -- has failed to respond to the e-mail I sent today, and I fear her token "I'll call you" may have been token and not actually meant.

However, I'm dragging my ass out to the Roxy tonight (out on the world-famous Sunset Strip in fabulous Hollywood, for those of you keeping score at home) to see Paloalto (a band I like) and Supergrass. I have a plus-1 available to me, though I have no plus-1 to go with me. The trouble with getting free tickets at the last minute is trying at 5pm on a weekday to find someone to accompany you that night.