so yeah…bob seger. how fitting. after spending the day debating the merits of jethro tull, pink floyd, and bon scott era ac/dc…it just works.

so i'm going to spend the weekend clearing my head. i've been really pissy about a lot of shit lately and some new surroundings (if only for the weekend) will help immensely. with the car being totally screwed right now, i'm glad matt is driving. otherwise…well…we wouldn't be going. i've got some other storm clouds brewing in the ol' cranium, but i'm sure you've picked up on them in the past week. if not, you're not very observant.

so we'll be tearin' the city down and maybe sleeping in the car now that we've realized that matt isn't as rich as he thought earlier. ahh, well…sleepin' in a toyota ain't all that bad… but we get to see the monkeywrench (matt likes them. i think they're okay. i just needed an excuse to bail for a while).

but this is the eve of the trip. the night before where we realized we haven't really done laundry. we better get on that, huh?