"I never know when to call people anymore. It’s like a skill that I’ve lost. During the day, no one is home because everyone is at work. And at work they’re too busy to talk. Or, if they don’t work, they’re at lunch all day. Around other people. Talking on the phone would be rude. At night, it’s dinner time. Or their favorite show is on. Or they’re in bed already. Maybe because we don’t call people anymore we’ve just squeezed out the opportunity for phone calls altogether."

— A note I wrote to a friend today. (via johncarney)

Things got a little crazy last night. 
I went out to that bar where people scream “Rex” at a guy in a scarf. Glasses were filled, emptied, and filled again. Rachel Sklar and Brooke Mooreland were there. Alison Mooney was eating the bar snacks for dinner. Again.
Somehow I wound up going home with Kevin Kearney. And my memory is filled with snap shots of snow and the Marcy Street stop on the L. Marcy Street. Really. Oh god.

Things got a little crazy last night. 

I went out to that bar where people scream “Rex” at a guy in a scarf. Glasses were filled, emptied, and filled again. Rachel Sklar and Brooke Mooreland were there. Alison Mooney was eating the bar snacks for dinner. Again.

Somehow I wound up going home with Kevin Kearney. And my memory is filled with snap shots of snow and the Marcy Street stop on the L. Marcy Street. Really. Oh god.