Today, I'm wearing khakis that really need to go through the washer (which I didn't realized until I was here), a Lollapalooza t-shirt that I stole from
Red earwormed me with this long last night, and I've been listening to it compulsively ever since. My favorite line is "and now when Christians sit with Pagans, only pumpkin pies are burning." Hers is apparently "Dad, can I be a Pagan?" "We'll discuss it when they leave." Either way, it's a great song.
I should quit babbling and go back to being productive. I need to call and yell at the cashier's office, but I can't do that while this guy is taking his test...