So this weekend has been lazy but next weekend will be all work, and hopefully some play, out at acl. It kicks off thursday with the Walkmen show and ends Monday, most likely in my death from seeing Phoenix and finally getting out of the heat. The shock to my body will be tremendous. Then the week after, Wisconsin where I will be forced to eat fried cheese curds. The name makes me vomit in my mouth but they're supposedly similar to mozarella sticks, only in ball form. Awww, Mr. F just made a cute noise (that i WILL record) and sat next to me. I wonder what he thinks about, if he plans out his weekend. Maybe he uses those styrofoam chunks as an intricate planning system.