I'm home and feeling much less stabby. I have a Full Moon winter ale. I have Los Campesinos! in less than an hour. I have sixty degrees and an open window. I have Chicago tomorrow and a week/end with people I first met in Kato and a tote bag to fill with pretentious literary swag.
Added bonus: it may actually be above freezing some of the time I'm there. HOLY CRAP, FEBRUARY. If you keep up with the surprises, I might just die. Which would be bad, seeing as how summer will be back one day, and I am already salivating at the idea of months on the beach with that tote bag full of books. Don't you just love filling the creases with sand? Me too, especially when they're due back at the library a few days later. Spread a little bit of that beachy goodness. Yeah. You're a good person.
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