Take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time
SPACE PENGIN! has a show on Saturday, but it feels like we just played one (um, because we did). My brother and I did a music transfer before I left home, and I'm really glad that it happened. My roommates keep asking about what I'm playing. On that subject, open letter to my roommates: whoever is growing a new life form in the old applesauce jar needs to wash it out. The kitchen smells pretty bad.