33 days until my next brownie ...

I survived the brownie. It was scary for a bit there; at one point I thought I could smell Thai green curry, which I haven't had in months. Perhaps I was traveling through time? I really don't think my mom laced the almonds with anything, so it must have been the prison-grade refined sugar.

And now, having survived the brownie, I just want more.

But I cannot! I must not! The Dirtbombs are playing Maxwell's on October 20th, and I must remain alive until then.

If they're playing Maxwell's, it might mean they're touring, so I urge you to check your local listings. I also urge you to bring earplugs; the last time I saw them, I lost my hearing for three days. Which is still less scary than the side effects from that delicious, delicious brownie.