Sunday, March 9

Early this morning: Put the bottle down, Nate.

Oh yeah. That was like a year ago. Sorry. Flashbacks. Nevermind.

This afternoon: Guided by Voices, Do the Collapse. Maybe this one is atypical, but I like it.

That's the price we pay
when we deceive
One another mother
She opens up for free
Everybody's got a hold on hope
It's the last thing that's holding me