Pipe Dreams of Coming Clean

There is an overwhelming sense of weird in the air lately. Trying to pinpoint its origins leaves the observer of weird at a loss. It's just one of those weird seasons, and for once, it's during springtime. This is new.

It's not helping that I have a Slash song in my head. That guy really loves his nasally-vocalled frontmen. It's really not bad. Just nasally.

The boy fell asleep early because I think he drank a beer tonight. Those things pack a wallop.