Sleepless and fulfilled beyond words. Just returned from seeing Jeff Mangum in Athens. Darwinism and brute douchebaggery lead me to ending up directly in front of him, without a human between us. This place was fortified and defended with the help of my primal nature, as if I were a raptor guarding her eggs (clearly, I have not slept). I could smell his stench when he moved and watch a tear leave his eye while singing Two Headed Boy. Is this real life?