turn it, leave it, start format it.

What are you supposed to do if you just want to lie in bed, counting the time by days, not minutes or hours, and sleep until you wake up and actually feel okay? Yet life still breezes past you; it doesn’t stop or trip or catch a breath. Life is one amazing runner in a trillion-mile marathon. Unfortunately, I’m only clocking in at mile 16 and this is another one of those times I’m walking, dying for a drop of water. I realize I’m making a big deal out of just another time I’m ill this year, but let’s face it: this headache really fucking hurts. I don’t know where this phenomenon comes from where I feel like something is bashing my head with a hammer, both sides (maybe that’s a little too hyperbolic). Not to mention, I have an impending sneeze that refuses to come out as well as a pretty bad cough.

Here comes the regular music paragraph; I think I’ll just constantly keep it as the 2nd paragraph of every entry. I finally downloaded the rest of Tegan & Sara’s So Jealous, and what do you know? It is, simply put, candy for my headache. I used to detest Tegan’s and Sara’s voices, but like everything else, they grew on me and now I absolutely adore it. Goldfrapp is also pretty good, but so far I’m not discovering anything particularly amazing about them. Jamie Cullum, however, is really good—listen to Twentysomething. I’m also listening to “Technologic” by Daft Punk on repeat; yes, I know the song is super old and everyone knows it but hey. It doesn’t make the song any less good. And “Stop & Stare” by OneRepublic…I don’t know how that band does it; I really thought they were just a Myspace one hit wonder who hit it big because of Timbaland, but all their singles are actually turning out to be super catchy; the kinds of songs that make me want to update my iPod, even if it means unchecking the entire Honorary Title album (my iTunes is way over the max capacity of my old-school iPod).

I’m just too tired to wax poetic on anything today, so I’ll leave with this: when you become a parent and your kid is a shitty driver, don’t yell at them and stress them out while they’re dying unless you want to, you know, die.