We were going to play some ball, but

this happened.

only in goddamn new hampshire could i wear shorts for three straight days, only to watch my friggin' world come crumbling down over a botany paper and 4-6 cumulative inches over the next 4-6 hours. probably could happen in maine, too. point: this is frickin' lame.
tomorrow might be a bit of a hectic day for me; i have some school work to do and a flight to new york at 10:00 p.m. don't expect many posts, if any. friday night is the big vinyl reunion event, and i'm pumped. i'll also be bringing ilaria on the trip, just to show her where daddy's from. she's pumped, as well.

happy ghost-jesus day. i love you again.