I don’t like it, not being able to consider myself a “young adult” any more. I am going to round the corner past YA’hood this summer (I’ll turn 36 in July, a beautiful double cancer am I). Everytime I am aware of an “old people” behavior, I freak out just a little. Tonight, I am aware of how much MPR and A Prairie Home Companion has come to mean to me. Crap.
Guy Noir: She had a Mount Rushmore t-shirt on, and those guys never looked so good. Especially Jefferson and Lincoln. Kind of bloated but happy.