Can you feel it? I can feel it. Everyone I know is breaking up with their lover, or feeling that primal itch. People are on edge. College students are scurrying to finish their semesters. Cafes are breaking out their outdoor seating. People are riding bikes again. Gaea is whispering in our ears, and damned if we aren’t going crazy trying to figure out what she’s saying. Summer will be here any minute, and this is how I feel:

That’s it man, just got to go. Paulina is visiting from Japan. I’m sick to death of bending over to appease my bosses when they have yet to respect the sacrifices I’ve made for them. I’m slipping into an unproductive routine that involves equal parts espresso and O’Doul’s. I haven’t written any poetry in a month. I just got to go.

Tomorrow I’m going to bike to Milwaukee, meet up with Paulina, then hop on a bus to Madison for one and a half days of what I hope will be raucous fun. This is premier questing stuff. I can’t explain it any better than The Black Keys just did:

I got to go because
Somethin’s on my mind
And it won’t get better
No matter how hard I try