Because KilGyore woke me up 13:49 this afternoon, the dreams I had upon returning to sleep became all fucked up. I can't even begin to explain it, because it was intertwined with the reason he was calling, which was to inform me that Jean's boyfriend is playing a gig in Malibu tonight. This was already added to the fact that Split's also got a gig tonight. Now, I don't have the gas to get to Malibu and back, nor do I have the gas to get to Woodland Hills (where ol' KilGyore as now stationed himself) and back. I also don't have $10 for the cover at Split's gig. So in the dream, I'm running around some run-down, possibly wild-west style casino (which really looks more like a gamesite) trying to get some money (chips) so I can make it to the band (because my mind as combined two gigs into one) play.

Anyway, now I'm awake and I haven't been able to a conjur a dollar for either event and kinda feel like a bastard, 'cause I tend to like supporting my friends when they play. I also don't get to hang with the aforementioned folks nearly often enough.

Which means there's likely one way I'm spending this Saturday night...damnit.