Monday, May 24, 2004
I packed all my clothes (except what I'll wear through the week) into duffel bags and luggage cases, then I wrapped picture frames and all the other junk I had planted on bookcases and tucked into any visible spaces. Two thirds of the remainder consists of books, magazines, and old schoolwork.at 7:23 PM
As I folded clothes, I cycled through my Yes CDs. April, Little Miss Hardcore, scoffs at Jon Anderson's falsetto, but I respect any man who sings that high after he goes through puberty. Also, their albums are famous for the "fab" artist who designs them. I would like very much to see a Yes concert (before they all go off and croak on me), but this year they shan't tour the United States. Dadgum them!
