From the top of the hill i saw the tiniest sliver of Everist and spent a week watching my step as to not fall down the manholes. I haven't seen autumn in two years, needless to say i'm psyched, (even though i was expecting bread lines). Numerous sleepless nights have resulted in neither a grand production nor a revelation and during the hours directly preceding sunrise baking in my parent's kitchen i discovered the missing ingredient: sugar.
the past weeks i've dreamt of talking whales and rescuing tiny villages from dragons. that last shouldn't matter but it does and i've lied. how can this place break my heart, give me a panic attack?
Steve Martin plays the banjo! i forgot this is why i wanted to learn for so long. i used to watch documentaries of him when i was in high school. i always thought he was a genius
in other news, i got a call from India at 5:30 this morning.