"my hands are too cold to warm them"

first thing this morning i step right into some cat puke. but it's beautiful outside, at least i have that.

listening, this time thoroughly listening, to the relatively new pj harvey album. i'm fond of how open-heart pretentious the liner notes are; so few people under 40 are earnest anymore about anything of consequence.

wish i could see gbv before they disband. alas alack.