It is a bizarre day outside. People are walking around nonchalantly in bumblebee costumes and bloody masks, the wind is ferocious and howls and assaults you with the leaves and trash on the sidewalk around you, everything looks like it’s slightly the wrong color (like someone was messing around with the settings on the t.v. remote and now everyone’s faces are just a tinge too green.) It’s like being in a snowglobe, but with leaves, and on acid.
Tonight is the Wilco concert — hooray. And also, I have a bed! It’s second-hand, retrieved from a distant suburban household by Charlie and I this morning. I can feel my back thanking me already.