in the heart of the city, desire finds its fuel

atrocious mood. chicago was great of course. of course. [cafe lula is my new insanely goody-yummy favorite brunch spot, bound stems are amazing {of course}, the riviera is the worst place to see a show, i'm in love with chicago, i have the greatest friends all over the country, and i miss all of them desperately even if i saw them just yesterday.] this is the most insane week ever, and nothing has gone nearly as planned in the least. due to shitty broken-down vans, i have friends careened in southern california and in eastern ohio, both missing their shows tonight [and oddly enough, both happened during the afternoon today]. if i prayed, i would. i will just think instead. a disappointing end to an insane week touted to be "best week ever." it's a hugely pms-y, hungover, pouty saturday night spent on the couch and not in lansing. rarr. grr. sad faces across the country.

big, nice, hopeful thoughts. and i'm done with being prophetic because everything just keeps coming true.

what's with today, today?