wow, I really leave packing to the last minute. every single time. I’m off to Los Angeles tomorrow for a couple days of work, which probably won’t really feel like work.
did I pack enough socks? do people wear socks in LA? do people even call it LA anymore?
I think I can wait 5 more minutes before I put 6 days worth of black t-shirts into my newly acquired canvas army bag. I’ll sit here listening to Dan Griffin. Go to his myspace page to hear She’s a Drug off his recently released record entitled ‘Stars and Satellites’. A very fine song, makes me want the summer to come quicker so I can sit at the end of a dock somewhere and feed a lake the heels of my feet.