good morning
This morning was one of the good ones. I had to wake up early to drop Lindsey off at work, but I like saving her. I went back home and slept more, burying under my comforter to block the bright overcast skies that were somehow filling my room with bright. I woke up finally after hearing the campanile, but didn’t move until I counted the gongs to figure out what time it was. I thought about how that’s how they would have done it in the old days instead of looking at their cell phones. I cooked my veggies with curry powder and toasted some Wheatfields bread I got from Veggie Lunch on thursday. I sat down in the living room and put on the Bob Dylan record I got in Germany and hadn’t listened to yet. Man it was good. It was a tiny bit warped so I set a penny on the needle and fixed—I love the cracks and sounds of vinyl. The next record in the lineup was Cream’s Once Upon a Time.
Thanks! i like when you save me. and i like the gongs better than that record player.
hehe. barry white. i like the gongs! i listen to them too to find out what time it is sometimes during nap time. my family road trip music was journey! shows how young my parents are. such 70s-80s children.
I have to be honest. I'm too lazy to pull off a sweet mustache. So how are you? too long stranger. I'll bring over some vinyl you haven't heard. it'll be a riotous awakening.
post a new blog.! i can't handle it anymore.
it's 2:20 am. you're at laura's, not on my couch. that's ok. i'm just sad that you're not eating grilled cheese with me.
ok bai. post something new tomorrow or our friendship is terminated. all 5 years of it!
lurve you