Just got back to Ithaca from a short break. Was fun seeing the folks I guess. Got a new hat. Ordered a coat – LL Bean, aren’t I cool? Saw a few people from back home, drank some milwaukees. God they taste like crap. All of my plans didn’t come together, however – ie. the not-so-subtle previous post.
When we got to Ithaca, ate at the Lost Dog again. Good food. Saw Maria. I paid the bill. Meh.
I’m sure I have some homework now, so off I go. Till next time, my sweeties.
Interpol — Evil
Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
Coming with me
Through the aging, the fear and the strife
It’s the smiling on the package
It’s the faces in the sand
It’s the thought that holds you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Write, we’ll take you places
Yeah maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them how your pleasure’s set up on slow-release

