Thursday, December 21, 2006

17.12 Cancelled. 18.08 On Time.
So. That’s the way the world ends. Not with a bang but with a whimper.

We are grinding to a halt.

Tomorrow is the end of our world (as we know it). And we don’t feel fine.

I thought I might be able to raise a smile with a Fortune Teller, but Lovely was too despondent. Can you imagine being so low that even Origami can’t reach you?

It’s THAT bad.

Maybe it’s as well he didn’t play; my ‘Fortunes’ did tend towards the pessimistic. “If you think this is bad, just wait till next year”, “Q: What’s the worst that could happen? A: Next Year”… that kind of thing.

Mind you, he’s still a ‘2’on my “Where Do You Stand On A Scale Of Minus Ten To Plus Ten?” O-Meter. I’m down at minus 3.

Hopippolla – We Are Scientists
Postcards From Italy – Beirut
Such Great Heights – Iron & Wine
Crazy – Gnarls Barkley
We Both Go Down Together – The Decemberists

God Bless America – James McMurtry


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