I had the best week ever. It was just endless glee, lots of hugs, high volume, lots of laughs, friends, a fuckton of records, and the best of all? Did it all with JSS. So is it fitting that (given we have 4 hours before we go back to our lives—lives of endless work, dumb stress, and barely seeing each other) as I’m packing my stuff up, I realize that at some point today I lost my favorite pair of sunglasses? “But Sowley, it’s just stuff.” I know. I know. But my mug and sunglasses don’t agree so when I get a rad pair it’s almost like a countdown until they’re gone. Gone like that dumb horse in that dumb movie. Ugh. Go to sleep.