someone else who feels like you

It was the kind of week that being at home right now in my sweltering apartment (What? I thought it was supposed to be cold today. I wore a jacket to work!) in my (brother's) Cathedral Prep gym shirt and my (own) stripey underwears, watching "Laguna Beach" on the DVR with a Magners in my hand is as close to heaven as I can even imagine. But it won't last. Soon I have to get ready to go out, as Camouflage Nights are playing at the (recently) hated Tonic this evening for CMJ. I wouldn't miss that, son. Why? Ohh, that's why.