My girlfriend is 30

...and I don't feel a day over 24 years, 9 months, and 10 days.

Last night's North End dinner was lovely. I have much lower expectations for tonight's plans, which involve the words "Ani", "Worcester", and "Difranco", which can't be good in any order. Happy birthday, Jill.

To those leaning on the sustaining infinite (albumswise), blame Nick. I'll post this year's QHS 200 this weekend, hopefully with a contribution from Kid AZ.