Now I understand what Dali felt when he painted those melting clocks
Time has stopped. I swear, I’m going to go insane if I keep checking the how-many-days-until-I-go-home countdown I constantly have going in my head.
Today was Philfest, and I didn’t go because of work/The Daily/stupidity. The shittiest part was that it was right outside Norris, so I could hear the band going slash see everybody dancing, and it reminded me SO MUCH of Folklife and Sasquatch and Bumbershoot, all the times high school peeps and I would groove by the stage :). Pretty much everything these days reminds me of home.
Let’s just kill this quarter and bury it, eh?
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