Today went approximately as well as expected. I am now listening to the following, in an attempt to beat my brain into submission:
* Stacy’s Mom (Fountains of Wayne)
* My Humps (Black Eyed Peas)
* Pretty Fly for a White Guy (Offspring)
* My Band (D12)
* I Hope You Die (Bloodhound Gang)
I ran into a preacher with a microphone at Downtown Crossing on my way back to South Station. He was telling people things like “Jesus started the Catholic church, he didn’t start the Baptist church. Says so right in the bible.” I didn’t have the energy to do anything more than glare at him for a few seconds. How pathetic is that? On a good day, I would have worn his viscera as a crown.
The music is working. Good night, all.
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