And now I've done all my work. Put up the rest of my wallthings and have that portfolio stored under the bed, much to the chagrin of Banjo Katzooie. I think he'll get over it.

Now I've moved on to listening to the Smiths and vaguely brooding. The good kind, though. No longer do I feel sorry for myself and bemoan my station in life. Do many people listen to sad music for kicks? The sweet sadness is a nice contrast to the energy and occasional dejection of real life. Though, I suppose people who watch horror movies do so to make themselves afraid. Recreational sadness: reclaiming from the emo kids.

A lot of Morrissey's stuff is nonsense. But often, you get nice little reminders that you can sort of pack up and bring with you. As in "These Things Take Time." Makes me reminisce a little. "Oh, the alcoholic afternoons, when we sat in your room. It meant to me than any... than any living thing on Earth." Speaking of which, I have most of a bottle of Bulleit Bourbon in the trunk of my car. I should probably go get that and put it in the freezer.

And finally, faceless internet, I leave you with this music video that once inspired my Morrissey haircut.