tree!

I was going to say something about really good Etheopian food for my dad's birthday, and laughing at Marx because he is a bitter, bitter man and makes fun of the Germans, and being nervous for finding out about the one acts tomorrow, and excited for Of Montreal; and I was going to say something else too but I can't remember what now, because it all got knocked out of my head when I saw that the Bathhouse cherry tree was gone.
I'm really going to miss that tree. It was one of my favourites--perfectly shaped, so many places to scramble around like a monkey or sit comfortably for hours, the perfect amount of shade, and in just the right spot too. And it felt right, too, when I hugged it. Damn rain. Damn parks department.

I can't remember what else I was going to say.