>pack bags, call cabs and hurry home
I'm just now going through my Smiths phase. It took a while, didn't it? I wish Sheila would take the fucking bow already. I think my legs hurt more than ever today. I worked out a bit last night. Both Heathers were there. I can't figure out what to call the second Heather. I wonder if it would be okay to call her Other Heather?
Okay, if I go down in flames this weekend, just remember me like Ritchie Valens, and remember to play "Sleepwalk" by Johhny & Santo at my funeral. It's almost four so I'm nearly out of here. Just waiting for Leon to pick me up...
This should be a fun trip. I'll write about it when I get back.
Later.