five thousand shades of blue
Monday, April 08, 2002
So it was wonderful to get an actual weekend, you know, two days off in a row where I could sleep until I was ready to wake up and not have to crack my eyelids open at the beckoning of a bleating clock. Of course, I was shafted one hour on early Sunday for the "spring forward", a royal ripoff if ever there was one. Is there a functional reason why we still do this? It's not exactly a pleasure leaving for work when it's dark again.
So in rebellion (and to keep me in some semblance of wakefulness) I'm playing my tapes today.
Moxy Früvous,
Spirit of the West, and
the Waltons. But, since I'm several albums behind I'm stuck in the nostalgia of early to mid-ninties. Strangely enough,
some songs are still all too appropriate.
is
this just not enough…?
