day 10: boot-leg-her

cuddled with Igby bc he's a sick pup

day 9: resting the dogs

busy busy busy day... i don't even remember much of what happened

day 8: ohh but don't you step on my blue shit shoes

at 9pm realized i'd been drinking the same coffee since 9am

day 7: sunny sunday

saw my dream car

day 6: ferocious tap-dancing kicks

finally saw the vicious guns. if Lloyd Dobler woulda been there we totally would've danced and jammed with our boomboxes. their set reminded me exactly of any 80s Cusack movie soundtrack.

day 5: neon panthera pardus

had mush for brains all day long... a steven wright kinda day... "I replaced the headlights in my car with strobe lights, so it looks like I'm the only one moving."

day 4: save a penny for the ferryman

wrote constituent proofs for sentence trees and watched a portion of Rocky

day 3: swimming in a sky of oysters

it's a lazy, fuzzy brained, chuck wearin', eggs 'n a basket makin', plain ol' Wednesday

day 2: soft-soled shoes, hard day

ate a stale tuna sandwich and got thumped on the head with a cluster of whirly-gigs

day 1: got my roach-stompers on

worn to buy local art and kombucha