I am reading Kevin Killian's "Selected Amazon Reviews" by computer light. I can't help but think how bad this is for my eyes.
My gut is filled with my moms biscuits and gravy. (the best I have ever had, although my brother says he still thinks Artie's has the upper hand on the matter).
Albums I have finally listened to and am kinda-sorta jockin': The Rapture's Pieces of the People We Love, TV on the Radio's Return to Cookie Mountain, and Devendra Banhart's Cripple Crow.
Tonight I would like to dream about elementary school, being a late bird and having the extra time in the morning to ride my skateboard around in the street.