But will the sun come out again?
-- The Wreckers

I am typing this as it rans. Yea! I really don't remember the last time I was this excited about rain. It's been what, 90 days with pretty much zero rain? Of course I'm out of town this weekend, so I hope this rain is reaching my near dead grass and flowers.

I think better when it rains. I enjoy it - I think it must be because I'm an introvert. While I enjoy a bright sunny day, there's something to be said for the soothing sound of the rain slapping the roof on a Saturday afternoon as I read a book.

Anyway, I am so over the summer. It's killing me. The only thing I really like about summer is the long days. But it'll be gone before we know it.

I'll watch the snow come calling
And I'll celebrate the spring
I'll feel the falls keep falling
And when the summer's come
I'll pretend that I don't notice
But this is when I notice most of all
So let roll into me, let it roll into you
Let it roll back into when I had you
-- Train

-dabbs

-- Anna Nalick

So, nothing new. I'm finishing up my last couple of days as a 27 year old. For my 27th year overall I'd say it was good, bought a house, didn't get arrested, can name the number of temper losses I've had on one hand (ok, ok, maybe both hands and one foot). Anyway, this has been a good year music wise - I've run across some truly great artists (Anna Nalick, Marc Broussard, Michael Tolcher, etc.) and speaking of, you'll have to check me out, I'm blogging over on Music Bender now, too. Anyway, I've noticed lately that I talk to myself. Not good, y'all. We've moved on from the random uttering of not so nice words to full on sentences talking about "what is taking so long" and "I think my head is going to explode" and especially, "you can't be serious." This is bad, y'all. Who knows when I might just say it full volume? Crazy, I'm crazy.