I live in Stars Hollow?

Life is trying to turn into Gilmore Girls. We seem to have acquired a town troubadour.

There's a guy who's busking in front of city hall every morning on my way to work for the past week or so. He's not terrible, but he's also not very good. Then again, I don't think the troubador in Gilmore Girls was very good, either. If this means that people will start having adorable seasonal festivals in the park by my house, I'm all in favor, though. We've got a gazebo and everything! And surely someone at the diner is adorably surly.

In other news, I left my book at home by accident. Commuting sucks without my book. D'oh.