Little Latenite Lamento

Since I just can't sleep because of the mother business I can as well go on here, can't I? I'm going to talk about music because that's one of the three things that really interest me (the others being books and movies I wonder if I should call myself an escapist? Is that a word?). I named my blog after a brandnew Against Me!-Song, one so new that this probably is just the name some kid on the internet gave it. As far as I know Tom Gabel played it only once yet, at some solo gig in Texas or what. I just liked it, and especially the phrase (which isn't actually in the song, but anyway...). I'm a sentence collector, I always write down stuff I read or hear in songs. But I do love AM! Not very original these days but I don't care. Their music makes me feel better in a lot of situations. Other bands I love at the moment are Fake Problems, who seem to be about twelve years old (I know, I know, they are quite a bit older than that, but look at them! Look at their singer and the guy playing guitar! I don't think they get beer anywhere...) but sound like they have been playing music, singing and touring for ages. One of my favorite songs right now is "Heck yeah summer!" off of their album "How far our bodies go". I think I can go tell you what you should listen to since there is no "you"...
And I just discovered a band called Polar Bear Club a few months ago. Funnily I found them through the guy who did their cover artwork, A friend had a poster and I liked it, went on the internet and found a picture of said cover and looked them up on myspace. It was a bit tricky to get the fucking cd since they did not publish it in europe - well at least not in Germany. Had to import it through shitty amazon. But it was worth it. So go, get "Sometimes things just disappear", you, who isn't reading. I just saw that they will be touring with The Gaslight Anthem soon and I thought what a great line-up that was.
If everything goes well on the hospitalfront I'll be going to see The World/Inferno Friendship Society this saturday. I'm really excited about that! They'll be playing with the guy of the Dresden Dolls, it's going to be fabulous. The club they'll be in is fucking small and the stage is about as big as my bed is - which is not big. They'll probably have to sit on top of each other. I really hope I can go. Shows make me happy.
I am so tired. I really should try to get some rest. Won't work, I know. I'm sort of scared for what I might dream. And for being waken up by the terror of my telephone ring. I wish I had a beer or two. I should be worried about the way I "use" alcohol in certain situations. But not now, now I'm just sad I don't have any. I do have some serious problems...
(At the end of this, and after three tries to edit this thing I think it is time to apologize for my bad spelling and the complete random use of commas. One of my teachers in school once said to me he believed I would sprinkle them on like adding salt to a stale meal. I liked that picture a lot...)