I started off a little depressed this morning. I mean, it was fine until I got to work and my co-workers started to talk about bonnaroo. I really, really wanted to go. The Flaming Lips, Ween, freaking… Feist, The White Stripes.. Lots of good bands that I’d really like to see. It’s too expensive though, and for some reason if we were going to go Paul insisted that I needed to take off work… I don’t feel that is necessary though. I don’t like to take off work, certainly not for some huge drug infested hippy festival… that would just look GREAT. I mean, I’m not saying there is anything wrong with drugs or being a hippy, but unfortunately not everyone feels that way.
Le sigh. Oh Bonnaroo, you were fun to think about.
