Guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat

Well this is awkward. I forgot that in my bedroom at home I can hear most things that are said in the kitchen and in the garage. Ouch.


Laura moved out.

Mr. Coffee broke.

Junk's everywhere.

None of these things actually matter.

Meanwhile, the Weepies are going to be on repeat for awhile. One of their songs is round in the way I need it to be for the things that happen.