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11 AM: Wake up and carefully put myself back together following Friday night's hangover-inducing Human Eye and Psychic Paramount show at Cobrafest.
12:30 PM: Locate the best dream spot of all time in one of the Reader's two Bike Villages.
1 PM: Check out Psychic Paramount's instrumental firebombs for the second time in less than 14 hours and see how well a fog machine translates during an early-afternoon beatdown of sweltering heat.
2 PM: Take trip one to Flatstock to check out Ryan Duggan, Johnny Sampson, and Sonnenzimmer's poster booths.
2:45 PM: Watch an awkward two-piece Liturgy set and sorely miss the drumming of Greg Fox.
3:30 PM: Stroll by the Cults set and wait three minutes to see if I get hooked in by Madeline Follin's cutesy indie-popness.
3:45 PM: Take the first of several beer and shade breaks, followed by a cookie-dough cone of Temptation Vegan Ice Cream, because it's Pitchfork and, hey, I'm letting loose.
4:15 PM: Catch the end of Youth Lagoon's chill set of bedroom-composed indie pop while leaning against a tree.
4:45 PM: Maybe tweet some shit or something.
4:50 PM: Skim through the offerings at the CHIRP Record Fair hoping to find an original copy of Dr. Feelgood and be disappointed when it inevitably doesn't happen.
5:15 PM: Duh, Carrie Brownstein and Wild Flag.
6:15 PM: Watch Sleigh Bells and yearn for the band's hardcore party-pop days of 2010.
6:40 PM: Visit Steff Bomb at her craft booth and watch passerbys giggle and point at severed hand plush toys.
8:15 PM: Stake out a good spot for the Godspeed You! Black Emperor set where I can actually view the Lemieux film projections.
8:45 PM: Achieve enlightenment.
10 PM: Attend the Men and Ty Segall aftershow at the Empty Bottle, drink a Hamm's, and return to Earth.