I go sleep alone but think that you're next to me.

Sometimes all one needs is Spoon on the stereo, the Winter X-Games on the television, two cans of Mountain Dew in the blood, a tub of Publix Orange Sherbet in the lap, and a healthy disregard for tomorrow's responsibilities.

The Drive Home

Taxi cabs at red lights, stop;
doors swing open and heads,
expelling the glories of the party,
pop out.

Hair falls, a silken robe.
Heads bob both to and fro,
swaying with stalwart prowess.

Witnessing the scene, street lamps
cast luminant gazes across the way,
turn mystical Night into brazen Day.

Back in.
Admitting the defeats of the evening,
doors fully shut and tales,
littered with laughter, begin;

I'll lick my wounds, would you pass the salt?

The Hold Steady: Separation Sunday
Spoon: Kill the Moonlight
The Beatles: Revolver
Elton John: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Joy Division: Closer

Cat Power: The Greatest
Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins: Rabbit Fur Coat
Spoon: Girls Can Tell
Wilco: A.M.

Wilco: Kicking Television
Neil Young: Harvest

Wilco: Being There

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That's quite an enormous amount of CD purchases for one week. This should hold me for a while. For the record, half of those were irresistible used purchases. So, you know, it wasn't that much money. ::cough::