There's a forum on the National Novel Writing Month web site called, "I Hate Myself and Want to Die." It is subtitled, "I knew it was going to be bad, but not this bad." I just came from there.
Today is day 39 of rain, which means the floods culminate this evening at midnight and the ark will launch early in the AM. We've got two each of humans and cats (though the felines being spayed & neutered will not further their race in the New World). There was no penguins on the ark. I'm not allowed to complain about the rain because they made me sign a Memorandum of Understanding when I moved here. Suffice to say that I was phsyically peeled out of bed today at 5:30 pm, fed dinner, and dragged from bed once again at 8:30 pm to go to the record store.
I made the following comfort purchases at Sonic Boom this evening: Mark Gardner, These Beautiful Ghosts (which is presently charming my pants off); Wolf Parade, Apologies to the Queen Mary; Elbow, Leaders of the Free World; Ryan Adams & the Cardinals, Jacksonville City Nights (which makes me want to dance barefoot in the rain and smoke cigarettes under neon lights); a free Ryan Adams DVD, September, which was included as a bonus; Josh Ritter, 4 Songs Live import recorded in Dublin; and Sebadoh Harmacy, for old time's sake and because the last three copies of that CD that I bought have escaped my collection. I think about the name "Harmacy" a lot when I'm at work, especially when I answer the phone and it almost comes out of my mouth. A full report of the music is forthcoming.
It's pumpkin latte season. Ruby and I both had cats named Pumpkin.
That's all I have to say.
Drive well, sleep carefully.
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