the only thing that staved of what was shaping up to be a black, black sunday, was deciding that over dinner (chili and grilled cheese sammich) i’d watch st. paul westerberg’s Come Feel Me Tremble DVD (it’s only the second time since i got it).

boy that made my night. i just sat on the couch, alone, bouncing and singing and clapping like a three-year-old kid watching sesame street.