
Why are we so cynical that we think it’s uncool for someone to wear the band’s t-shirt at the show? I think it’s cute. Sing along, dance, wear the tour shirt as a night gown, I don’t care. Just keep the shouting down.
I heart Wilco.
Susan’s away and I’m taking care of her cat Arthur. He goes nuts whenever I come downstairs and he’s too spastic to play with. He just wants food. I brought him upstairs to get used to Milhouse, so they can get a head start at hating each other. So far they are just staring at one another. I can’t tell if they’re in love.
Oh, okay. They’re not in love.
Cats blow.
<— Arthur
—->Milhouse