Why is it that only the most terrible experiences bring about motivation? Last night we dwindled away our last dollars on drinks at the bar, missed Bart back to the Eastbay and crashed on our friend's hardwood floor. Mind you, our friend just moved in and has NOTHING in his apartment. Sleeping involved two small pillows wrapped in plastic (like furniture in the ghetto), and a blanket that resembled the cape of a crazed street person. As you can imagine, not much sleeping went down. Since waking up, we managed to have a pretty damn good day until around 5, when the combination of sleep depravation, 85 degree weather and cold beers led to caveman grunting and sloth-like behavior. The silver lining to this terrible experience was that we finally mustered up the ambition to stay in on a saturday night and start something we've been meaning to do for 5 months, this blog. Introductions aside, heres some music to help you through the everyday struggle.
