I'm seeking out the familiar comfort of Sebadoh to match this wave of melancholy that's knocked the wind out of me. Mikey would understand. Did understand. But of course, we tend to rhapsodize about and think for the dead. Shitty thoughts, because he never brings me flowers, and he didn't call. You know? And great loves are just a little bit greater than that. So I feel some cloudy shade of cheated. And I need something that kicks ass a little more angrily. Maybe Fugazi. I haven't been getting enough music therapy lately, that's what.