just before they fall.

And this is what I'm going back to. Wisconsin Welfare and the return of the Eton Set. Hurrah.

I belong here, but I don't. And the last night is always too hard...I never know quite what to do, can't even let a friend buy me a drink without turning it into a strange parade. Where I seem to talk to awkward strangers as much as friends, get in trouble for mixing up waitress and bartender, spend the evening a bright shade of pink and more besides. But apparently, from a certain angle, I look a bit like Grant Morrison. And I think I can live with that.

Mandy managed to top herself tonight.

Every time I think of you I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue.

But it's a problem of mine.

Goodbye Carrboro. Every time it gets harder. Apples and Oranges.