I finally talked with Tanny, my badass guitarist, yesterday. He's back from London! But we won't get to see each other until January, since he'll be spending break by some ocean or other. I can't wait to start playing again. I know it's entirely implausible, but if I had my way, I would kidnap him and Stew away from here when I got done with school, and we would go to Chicago and play and record our asses off. I'm so desperate to find like-minded musicians. Or Tanny could graduate early and we could all go to Austin and we'd play at Serendipity and that place where I saw Sean's movie, and Tanny could go to grad school and Stew would find three other bands to play in, and I'd work at iD and by the time I was done I'd have enough money saved and we'd be well practiced enough that we could make an awesome record in, oh, a day, and I would send it to my multitudinous industry contacts, and...yep.
Instead, I'm sitting here with damp hair trailing over my shoulders, wrapped in a towel, listening to water trickle through the radiator and trying to decide whether I need to study for my last final tomorrow.