Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights" or the drunken-parent-dance anthem from Finding Cassie Crazy just came on on radioblogclub. It's hard not to laugh. There's Kai's jetlagged phone-call with dry commentary, identity arguments and conscious unpredictability, and after the pants drought I have not one but four sexy new pairs. There's gorgeous 1c - though the Marina plan was rained out - whom I will love forever for never changing. And chilling with Sean at tcc afterwards, as he's a sweet water-drinking buddy who can take every subject curveball with a straight face.

Tomorrow I have to do something that may break my heart. And yet as melodramatic as it sounds, before it ends or begins, I already know it's the only way to go.