listened to george harrison to try to get me going and help me wake up. i love george. also decided that my popstar boyfriend for the day will be cath carroll. there was a soccer match at golden gate park with belle & sebastian that i was thinking of going to watch at about noon, but couldn't get out of the house on time.� also could not get out to brent's house, for the mosquitos & get-go show.� oh well.� i went over to sarah's and saw the big blue bottle of skyy sitting on her desk.� yes, let's polish it off... it's only half full now.� and it's gone.� off to see belle & sebastian, then.� i only catch a couple of jonathan richman's final songs, but i do love him very much.� he is amazing.� cocktail in a plastic cup.� golden gram gloats a bit, over this.� b&s were alright.� the michael jackson cover was completely accurate, non-swerving, non-deviating, totally strange.� it sounded precisely like michael jackson, nothing more and nothing less.�� i got stuck behind an annoying "which one is belle and which one is sebastian" guy for a while.� afterwards watched people getting the backstage hook-up, including js and the aislers set.� found niki & leon, though, my heroes!� sarah & ansh disappeared before the show finished.� we went over to cafe du nord for splendor, and learned that niki has apparently pee'd all over the castro area of market street. splendor was also alright.� lots of people were there.� feeling bold, not really even knowing him but suspecting a whole lot and being very sure of myself, i made "the date" spill his story even though i already knew it.� then i promised not to repeat it.� anyway, he was upset.� as evil as it sounds, i felt like an ace detective or something.