i wish i were still wrapped in blankets, on my bed with cold air holding my face tightly. i wish i could stretch, and yawn, only to roll over and fall back into a state of warm slumber. i've been listening to nora jones all morning as i sit at my desk, scanning or typing - just doing what i do.
i want to watch the sun set this evening from utah lake's sandy beach. i love the way the setting rays separate the west mountain range into distinct places of being.
tomorrow night 2 and 1/2 white guys opening for the slackers at club x-scape in slc. might go. might not.