older now. I think a good way to spend your birthday is to pine over a box full of old love letters in the closet of the bedroom-turned-guestroom of your parents' house in the suburbs, watch "drive me crazy" on pirate HBO, and run your new weed eater indoors. jason got a little carried away and shredded some of the creative loafing. He noted that it would be a good way to make confetti. who knew? um. 23 doesn't feel exactly like 22. I feel a surge of motivation. 23 is to 22 what 18 was to 17, I'm hoping. 5 year cycles. this is the year he gets it done. as soon as I can guarantee that my house will be empty for an extended period of time, I'll set the mic back up in the shower and learn how to sing. sing my heart. sing my heart out. I've got new strings on my guitar and banjo. I've been waking up before noon. I cooked today. and did yardwork. and this is happening. hold all my calls, mr. lomax. and bring me a sixpack of redrock from the Big Hootenanny. yesterday it was my birthday.