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Thursday, August 09, 2007

don't panic...

The CD player in my car is broken. I have one of those portable ones that connects to the tape player and the cigarette lighter...you know the kind? It's a hacked together system. Something I'm sort of known for. However, due to simple laziness, the contents of a forgotten soda in a cup holder (a major selling point for many cars, I'm told) adjacent to where I keep the player eventually left the security of it's paper cup container and shorted out the unit, and I'm left music-less, for the time being, on my drives to work. Do they still play music on the radio? [listening] Ah...ok, so I see the answer is "no."

I've become convinced, that one of my biggest inspirations for writing is music (children and love and landscapes notwithstanding). I've become dependant upon the images I magically receive when listening to the music I enjoy. National Public Radio hasn't been nearly as inspiring as my music. Perhaps I should drink more coffee, or would that be considered a "performance enhancing drug" and leave me unable to knock one out of the park? I don't know. I just feel, sometimes, like I've been buried under 1500 feet of rock due to questionable mining practices, and I'm suffocating while waiting for people to find me.

Maybe I'll run for President. I've done it before, but nothing really came of it. I don't think people were ready to have a commoner as president. I think most people know more about what's happening to skinny blonds than what's up with my views on socialized medicine and the Iraqi conflict. It's not my fault though, I have people who can tell them, you know? As for me, I'll just run my campaign from the coffee shop down the hill. I'm sure the Kafka coffee house can handle the pressure...I know I can't.

Good morning everyone...how are you all holding up this week?

: toadman : at Thursday, August 09, 2007 |