All I want is a place to come home to.
Got down on campus and class was canceled, I would have been real pissed if I hadn't made the most of it and gotten lots of much needed work done and hung out with Lindsey in the mean time. We made our way to the used record store around the block from her apartment, which really surprised me. Tons of awesome vinyl for a dollar, but I managed to pick up an excellent Radon LP for 5 bucks. Also found one small milk carton of punk records including an Asshole Parade LP, Balance of Terror LP, and the Magrudergrind/Shitstorm LP...fuckin weird. Who the fuck in Detroit is ordering good punk??? Had some excellent espresso from the coffee shop next to the record store, it's these little things that get me stoked on life for at least for the time being.