GOOD MORNING!

As predicted, Robyn knocked us all on our collective asses on Saturday night at the Troubadour. She's charming, awesome, sexy, funny, and a tiny 'lil firecracker on stage. It was especially fun to watch her reaction as everyone in the audience (including celeblogtard Perez Hilton, who stood right behind me the whole show) sang along to every single song and knew every word -- from an album that's not even released here in the US yet. I think she was having as much fun as we were. A hell of a show.

Sunday morning I enjoyed pancakes from the King of Pancakes in honor of simonbear & zurcherart's birthdays. I intended to spend the afternoon also celebrating my niece's second birthday out in Valencia, and then was going to play Guitar Hero into the wee hours at mattycub's with intoutdoors, but I got knocked on my ass by a terrible sinus headache right after pancakes and headed home to sleep instead.

All that rain we had a few weeks ago -- followed by a week of sunshine -- has resulted in some hellacious blooming of god-knows-what-that-normally-doesn't-bloom-together, hence my worse-than-normal allergies lately. I ended up sleeping from early afternoon on Sunday through this morning, waking briefly for a snack around 10pm. So, I'm up much earlier than normal, and quite bushy-tailed.