My healthy lunch transformed me into an embodiment of "space physics." I look a little like I'm trapped in an Atari cartidge.
The Vaselines, Enter the Vaselines
Go-Kart Mozart, Instant Wig-Wam and Igloo Mixture
Menahan Street Band, Make the Road by Walking
Otis Redding, Otis Blue/Otis Redding Sings Soul
Jangling along: A whole Vaselines collection is a bit too much sweetness in one dose, like eating a fourth cupcake at a birthday party, but any one or two or three songs is the sun parting the clouds. Perhaps Nirvana should have done nothing but Vaselines songs.
"Molly's Lips"
Campus is completely empty today for fall Break, like Night of the Comet/Pompeii empty.
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