I'm almost through the day without a headache. Why is it that time DRAAAGGGSSS by on Friday, but it passes like the crack of a whip during the weekend? I have noticed, though, that one has quite a bit more time on their hands when time isn't consumed by cooking or eating. Lots of time in the evening. Which is good since I ran into my buddy Paddy on the street today and proceeded to get the ball rolling on playing a show at the Monkey Bar in Winooski. I will need that evening time to practice, practice, practice. I like to call it playing--less daunting that way. I also noticed that he was very comfortably dressed. I hate office casual. I want to wear jeans and shirts with holes in them. I feel stifled. Not a good feeling.
Signs that it is spring in Burlington:
1. College students sitting on their proches
2. Dog shit everywhere, melting out of the snow
3. Less dangerous at intersections where snow once obstructed views
4. Church Street is bustling
5. Rebecca wants out--no more job, please
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