this week i've felt a lot better about everything in general. i rode back from the post office with the cardboard LP mailer stuck underneath the metal strappy thing on my bike. i looked back at it to make sure it was real. that it was truly there. and it was. i ran up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door behind me, throwing myself onto my bed in true drama queen fashion and sobbing for 5 minutes. then i opened the box, pulled the shrink wrap off 'the softies - holiday in rhode island' and put the needle down into its' grooves. then i wrapped the blankets 'round me and listened the the album in its' entirety, only stirring once - to flip the record. after this music nap, i got up and i felt good.
alan called checking to confirm that we [myself, shelly, dan, ?] were still going to richmond tonight for her space holiday/american analog set. and shortly after he called, evan called. honestly, he sounded like he expected that i wouldn't be able to come visit this weekend. and he sounded so down. there is nothing i would rather do. but there's something that i *have* to do here this weekend. gar. i never mean to let anyone down. sometimes i think i just take on too much at one time.
my want list before nyc:
aerospace
arrogants, the
clouddead
dealership
dntel
eiffel tower
little wings
matt pond pa
notwist, the
reindeer section, the
royksopp
my want list after nyc:
aerospace
arrogants, the
clouddead
dealership
eiffel tower
matt pond pa