Feels like the night before Christmas. I'm inside getting corners squared away, listening to every Astronautalis song I own, anticipating, anticipating, waiting to get up really early and rush in to see what I've got.
I've got the day off work, I've borrowed a car, and I'm waking up at 7am to pick up Anne and her sister from the airport.
"There were never any good old days, they are today, they are tomorrow!"
-Gogol Bordello
31 August 2009
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