We’re having the weirdest storm here- I was sound asleep on the couch with the piglets but woke up because Steve started to pace, and I sat up and heard this pounding on the roof. After pulling my shit together and getting my glasses on, I realized it was rain on the roof I was hearing. Went to the back door, and rain is coming down in buckets (locals call these storms gully washers, I always think of it as Forrest Gump rain), but there is no wind, no thunder, and maybe a little lightning to the southwest. Just a weird storm, because with this kind of downpour you expect some extras.
Here is an earworm I have had all week (it goes in and out):
Still one of my favorite driving albums. I can see myself in an Audi R8 blasting across Ohio and Indiana and all those other worthless god damned flat states at 120 miles an hour listening to that album at ear bleeding volumes (fuck you hearing loss, I don’t listen to people anyway). It would be awesome.
Until my mom called me to tell me something about the Pirates and I fumbled my coffee trying to hit the hands free button while turning down the volume and burned my crotch before hitting a telephone pole at 100 miles an hour. Which is why I drive a ’97 Subaru wagon which goes zero to sixty in about eight days.