i ain't about to go straight, it's too late...

been quite solitary lately, in the midst of people. and it's been rather nice, actually. i recently got kind of used to being paired up all the time, and i didn't necessarily dislike it, but i do like the solitary. a lot.

been quite fall-esque lately, and i can't say a bad thing about that. wearing brown and dark green and orange and red and strolling through the fan in all this seasonally perfect weather we've been having. if i could design a fall day, it would have been today, and i think i enjoyed it as throughly as i possibly could have. right down to my bike ride back to the station tonight, the weather was exactly as i wanted it to be. nice to get what one wants.

i'm going to read this weekend. i'm going to start a book and have it be the common thread to the whole span...i haven't done that in way too long. i'm sure i'll drink pretty heavily as well. that's just the way that tends to go. heard the new pornographers tonight singing about the slow descent into alcoholism and thought 'exactly...' i don't mind my tendancy toward the drink. i think i manage it pretty well, most of the time. and i rather enjoy it. so there.

i must quickly mention that it is our fundraiser/pledge drive week at the ol' WRIR, so anyone with 35 or so dollars to spare can call in(or go online) and support indie radio in richmond, support my ass in my valiant news endeavours and get a pretty bad-ass t-shirt. of course, you can certainly give more than 35 if you've got the funds, but 35 will at least get you the shirt. the phone number is 804-622-WRIR and online we're at www.wrir.org.