I spent seven dollars to watch bad hippity-hop-folktronica at the Acoustic Coffeehouse. By the way I hate genres. There was a fire out back. We wore our best autumn sweaters. I drank enough to get a buzz, but I did not go overboard. They say I have been more sober lately. I tend to agree. I kind of prefer right now. This is becoming more stream of consciousness as I type forward. I want to get out of town. I want to go to Moog Fest. I want to fast-forward time and be done with these research papers. I want May. I want summer clothes. I want to teach English in Japan. I want that really expensive piece of paper. I want to be useful. I want to mend old wounds and inflict new wounds. I want to high five a grizzly bear. I want to surf with dolphins. I do not want to go to work. I do not want to do the work required. I will do it. Oh I will. I want to end this ramble about now.
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