quiet, productive (a bit), rare off day. spent no less than two hours outside, at the park, laying on the grass, reading. a bit weird, i guess, but very relaxing. i do, however, feel quite lame being early-twenties and completely and utterly engrossed in high fidelity. i mean, i'm not supposed to be identifying with him yet, right?

is it okay to be angry with getting calls from work on your off day? i'm not sure. but the two phone calls i received (and the one i had to make as a result) ruined a near-perfect afternoon. perhaps i'm alone in valuing my time off like i do.

prior to park-time, i got a haircut that, upon completion, i thought was a 'bad' haircut. (on further inspection, it seems okay. short enough to last me until next month.) i would have given terry the 'can you take a bit more off the top?' treatment, but there was a four-year-old in a bitchin' spiderman t-shirt that was next in line, and i would have felt guilty for making him wait. he clearly had the jitters.

eight-game road trip starts tomorrow. fort wayne and then grand rapids. the tour of the great midwest continues.

(p.s. one of the specialties at the grand rapids concession stands? the deep-fried twinkie.)