Damn. I’ve got this real mid-summertime restlessness, which can only be cured by smoking a big fat bowl, and sitting in the backseat of a friends car as we drive around aimlessly listening to mix cd’s. Unfortunately, I don’t really have any of the key ingredients to make this scenario happen. Well, I have some mix cd’s. That’s about it. I guess I’ll just have to walk down and get a haircut instead. Who knows what will happen after that. Probably I will walk home, and that will be that.