in which i make much of the country hate me
It is 75 degrees in my back yard. I am sitting at my desk in shorts and a T-shirt, recently returned from a jog around my neighborhood.
It's sunny and clear out, with just a few little clouds floating along across the mountains.
Bird and Diz just started to play Leapfrog on my iTunes party shuffle, and it's a perfect tune for this very moment.
I'm going to go get an iced green tea (99 cents at Trader Joe's, real brewed and everything, not that fake Lipton crap) and drink it while I stand barefoot on the grass outside my window.
