It's eighty degrees and the frog is finally starting to boil. All we can do now is enjoy the breeze that releases its strength at Devon and Broadway.
The Council meets tomorrow night and I can't help but notice this drinking habit becoming steadier every week. I may have finally broken out of the firm grasp of coffee and into soft caress of tea. It's been about 20 hours since my last cup, with was about four ounces big and three days old.
Andrew Jackson Jihad covered Hybrid Moments on Sunday night. I always enjoy a live rendition of a Misfits song.
Today might include my first trip to Reckless all year. The Menzingers, Andrew Bird, and Lucero are on my short list, which is quite long considering I shouldn't be spending any money. Well, it's not that-- I should be spending money, but on a Line6 M9. I'm tempted to throw that $400 onto an existing credit cards and remaking past mistakes.
What should I be talking about right now? School? Probably. Here it is: school and I still don't get along. There's a ton of books I want to read and none of them are relevant to the classes I'm taking. I have three five page papers to write that are all due a week from today. It's not too daunting of a task, but it will be when Sunday wakes up and my notebook is still crisp and unopened.
Elsie learned how to break out of the house, provided that the doors leading onto the tiny first floor balcony are open. Once in the backyard, she has learned how to operate the latch on the gate sans opposable thumbs.
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