sat on the porch, drank a 40 of Miller Genuine Draft (otherwise known as really bad beer), and played guitar for 40 minutes, or so. yes, i think i'll like my stay here. biloba is out back with chris, cutting his book shelf in half. i'm listening to temple of the dog, and thinking about how simple and focused things have become. life is not very complicated.
my head is screwed on tight.
jason is out with his son, having italian food somewhere provo.
i'm going to offer the fella's a couple wasatch pale ales.