The big Carborro poetry festival is about to kick off in a few hours. I going to help sell books (which might give an opportunity to get dibs).
Looks like we are going to move down the street into a cheaper place. Force us to get rid of stuff since it's a two bedroom apartment instead of a house.
The movie House of Sand and Fog made me have the recurring dream of being in jail.
At least once a week I'm in jail or it's the apocalypse.
Alright. I need a bagel and coffee before the drive to Carrboro.