alabama is warm, a very southern warm, where the air smells like florida. there are mountains and clear skies at night filled with stars; it's a nice change from a noisy chicago. everything is pure here. i don't wear my glasses when it rains outside, but i run through puddles in the parking lots and don't even get my feet wet.

i miss home, but this is a good vacation. apparently we're going to war (i just don't get the news here like i would in chicago), and i leave on a plane on thursday. this is somewhat distressing, but i'm sure i'll be fine. the cats and dogs can follow me around here without causing me death, and they are sweet too. there's just a warmth about the south that is so unlike most places in the north.

i really need to stop listening to pop music in secret.