I don't really know what to put down. I know that there is a lot I could say, a lot that I could conjure up in my little mind and plaster onto this digital paper but I'm not sure what I want to think up right now. I could talk about my day today......
This day could of been a lone-some Monday cooped up in the house but was instead spent traipsing about Third Street with my dearest Septembre. We spent much too long getting ready at her house, but that also included me meeting her very hippie room-mate Josie whose laugh still cracks me up; that led to us eating lunch at the Sage then going into different shops on Third trying to hang a poster for our up and coming Revival with Alvin Smith (...and for some reason I'm having the hardest time getting his name right; it's so bad I think I invited about three people out to a revival with "Alan Smith", not Alvin...but whose gonna remember?), then we finally got it hung up on the FRONT door of an active Third Street shop and to say the least I was very excited especially since we'd been told by other places that they wouldn't even hang it because of "religious affiliation, blah blah blah"; anyways, shortly after we got some cookies, shared them with Jess, and then spent the rest of the afternoon in Cornerstone playing scrabble and harmonizing to praise and worship songs at our little nook table. It was the best afternoon I've had in a while. I know we both needed this afternoon, and it defentley made itself something worth remembering.
There's defentley more on my mind, completley aside from my afternoon, but I think that's for a later blog.