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Rearranged the bedroom today at The Attic to create a better “workflow.” This probably means I’m an adult now.
Decided today that I want Fleetwood Mac’s “Never Going Back Again” to be playing on repeat during my next personal crisis or emotional breakdown, like the time after Courtney left when I listened to “Tie Your Monster Down” for several hours straight while lying on the floor.
Holy fuck, I’m two episodes of LOST behind. That must be remedied immediately. Then, it’s gang-biking through Denver parks under a full moon with Leah et al. Hope to see ghosts ‘n’ witches.
Just now, walking home, near 3am on a Saturday night in Denver, someone at 1235 Clarkson was playing “Sleepyhead” by Passion Pit, loudly. I wanted to run up and bang on their door and shout, “You’re my best friend! My soulmate! I’ve been obsessed with that record for the last three days!” Instead I just stood there on the street and listened until the song was over.
