May 4, 2009
These are funny times, I think. If someone tried to tell me that I'd be hanging at some dude's band practice on a Tuesday after working two jobs for nearly twelve hours straight and then commuting back from Fairfax the next morning 12-degree weather, I would have easily dismissed that as impossible (and perhaps punched him/her in the face). Hell frozen over.... Pigs flying.... And so on. Yet, what did I just do? And what am I not remotely annoyed/ inconvenienced/ disgruntled about? And, in fact, what did I just enjoy wholeheartedly? And when, then, can I do it again?