The countdown...

59 hours until I'm on a flight back to Arizona. I think if I don't die in Arizona or New England I'll be pissed. I know I haven't spent enough time in the northeast to justify a death there, but it's a pretty poetic place to die, I think. Matt, I took a good shot of my BJ beard, but it's not on the 'puter yet... soon you'll see all my patchy glory. I shouldn't even show you, you've probably got the best facial hair of anyone I know.
This is a retro-thought, but Lindsey and I saw Drew's band play on July 12th or something in Portland, and it was really, really good. I've been killing folks for their alt-country and americanaesque sounds lately; and while http://www.blitzentrapper.net/ isn't exactly cowboy boots booze'n tattoos, they'd do justice to any twin-reverb you'd throw their way. It was not really anything genre-specific, but it fell well within the "crap I listen to" category for me. And it's refreshing to see a band in a smaller venue who is actually good at being a band.
Lindsey and I have been having a lot of fun with eachother the past week. I'd say that we tend toward fun anyway, but we've really been killing eachother lately. As much as I like to think that I'd be a great recluse, I know that the sentiment is some Waldenesque nostalgia boiling over from sillyland. I probably wouldn't care about life like I do if she wasn't around.