and that, frankly, will not fly

i woke up to slush falling from the sky.

despite the horrificness of this weather though, it's already started off as an awesome day. i can't place my finger on it, what this is. part of it stems from a kind of excitement that you get when making plans for deep summer that involve a roadtrip, the possibility of a picnic, and music heard from the rafters of an old building.

peter and lindsay and i are going to wilco at the end of june and my head may explode from sheer excitement at the possibility of fun this presents.

aaaahhhhh!

ahem.

perhaps i'd better get back to editing my take on modernity?