This week I've been in Louisville visiting my family, which has been fine and a little fun. So yesterday I borrowed my mom's van to drive to Chicago for the day. On my way back today, the van broke down near Indianapolis, and I am now spending the night with a friend in Bloomington. Total impromptu hangout session, turning a drag of a situation into an awesome night of cheese sticks and record playing.

The tow truck driver was kind of a piece of shit. He was helpful (obviously, it's his job), but he was also a total idiot, and a racist. Sample line: "We gotta make a pit stop in the ghetto to pick up another car. I hate the ghetto...but what are you gonna do...we gotta live with 'em." I shrugged that one off, but then he started dropping the n-bomb and I was ready to jump out right there. Ugh. What a weird day.