I set up shop at one of the little tables with my cafe mocha fully intending to study and got through five pages of notes when a three-piece folk band walked in and started playing.
And I'm so glad they did.
Going down to the Greyhound station, Gonna buy me a ticket to ride.
That's so fucking true, man. So true.
Finals done. Semester finished. Car fixed. Had a great night with the loverface.
from http://ryanf.dreamwidth.org/93399.html // "WRITING...You'll never know what you wanted to say about something till you're scribbling furiously into it, reaching the center, then scribbling out again. This is BLOWING, accidentally and actually finding your center" (Kerouac, J. 1997. Some of the Dharma. New York: Viking). \\