Amazing how great it is to make love and listen to albums like AM, really any of their stuff, even if I'm much more of the fan of the days of uncle tupelo:
I think I inhaled to much lead from solder this fucking mic. Need to get some sleep, and apparently a short little complaint thrown in for fun here first
This is basically how my brain feels right now, so I'm far from bad off, perhaps a little bored? Thinking of Wilco and UT are attached to a lot of very vivid memories from (mostly very positive) life experiences. Or perhaps it the fucking root canal that bastard did yesterday. I'm fighting sticking with just IBU right now, cause we all how this could end up. Too bad I don't have any random dissociatives laying around here... wait... maybe... (not)
and this just because I facking love it just so much: