Perfect 04/28/2005

I was driving home from a friend of mine's this evening, quite late at night. I turn down a particular street, just as Wilco hits the piano bit at the end of "Reservations" on my CD player.

It was one of those surreal moments where everything in life is happening to the tempo of your music. It was also surreal because I hit every green light on the way to the freeway. Bizarre.

The weird thing was... I was driving, and at one particular point, I was thinking to myself, "Everything feels perfect."
I haven't had a moment like that in a long time.