Can't. Wait. For. Vacation. I know I need a vacation whenever Belle & Sebastian becomes compulsive listening. It's like the canary in the coal mine. Either that or I have really sissy taste in music. In any case, I can't wait to get away from the hot summer urine smells of New Orleans and into the hot summer urine smells of New York. Beard Papa and every pizza joint with a fresh slice: You have been warned.
