Sunday, March 27, 2011

"Good Lord, this day is eating right through me, I swear"

Ugh, sick, and it's show week, and I have essays to finish, and no motivation.


I'd rather be conversing in a pizza place about ideal things, ethics.  Or learning to listen to The National, breakthrough bands, breakup albums.


Here's something Handel-like:

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