cafe, music, minor venty sui
OK, Jim Croce's "Operator" followed immediately by Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide." They clearly want me to move on to another establishment—either that, or the playlist gods have decided it's time to torment me over The Thing again.
I'm gonna wait for one more song. If it's Joanna Newsom's "Peach Plum Pear," how about a nice leap into traffic instead?
I wouldn't. I got comics to write and dragons to pet, of course. But those three songs fucking break me, and the last two are explicitly due to lingering damage from The Housemate Thing. I think it's healing, but man, pressing on that scar still hurts like a motherfucker.
re: cafe, music, minor venty sui
(Next up: Led Zep, then Jimi. Yes, café, I accept your apology.)