Shit it’s fall
I had a dream last night that I was waiting for a bus on Mass Ave. in the dead of winter. I had my face buried in my scarf, and wind was whipping into the gaps at the ends of my sleeves. My shoulders were hunched, all my muscles were tensed. It was pitch dark at 6 in the afternoon, and the snow on the ground was orange with street light. I thought, “Jesus christ, wasn’t it summer, like, yesterday? I was standing here in a t-shirt.”
It got up to like 82 today, and is supposed to climb to 91 on Wednesday. I think what this means is that I have to:
- go to Magic Night this week
- ride/walk around while I can
I thought that was going to be a more extensive list. I’d like to go to the beach but I think the opportunity to sweat at the beach has expired. I mean fall’s great, really great, but that dream scared me.
This Thursday at TT’s are The Ladybug Transistor and The fucking Lucksmiths. If that has sold out already I’m gonna be pissed off.
News flash: The new múm album sucks.