you and your autumn sweater

today we leave. lansing tonight, complete with hotel. aiming for sobriety. gotta get up early, drive it over to chicago. i've only done the lansing-chicago one other time before [cursive and trail of the dead for max's bday, man.. long ago before i was even 21, funny], i think it's probably even more of a boring drive than detroit-chicago. gotta catch chin up chin up, early early.

what am i supposed to be saying in here lately? who am i writing to? someone? a bunch of someones? i'm having trouble with this.

i'm thinking about fall music.