self-referential much?

my friend just got back from his honeymoon in Argentina. he broke his toe on the second day there and spent the remainder of the trip limping from Buenos Aires to Patagonia, hiding from the fifty year old ghosts of Nazis and devouring giant plates of steak. but this is beside the point.

the point is that the past three weeks have been more maniacal than manic: Saylor is leaving for Portland, friends are returning for season, and Mardou is visiting for the Hallow. there are many words to be written and i have an appointment with a witch doctor on Tuesday (approximately). Elliott Smith is playing in the background, promising a big decision, and the feathers are still falling.