Smallhouse Log

Wednesday

I think there's something wrong with me; I'm singing all the time. Probably something to do with the springtime.

The only other thing going on is that I've been listening to Distortion, the latest release from The Magnetic Fields. And I've come to the realization that I really love distortion. That is, not the album itself (though that seems likely to happen as well), but rather the unifying feature of it. This should have been obvious, given my adoration of the prominently distorted Nineteen Forty-Five. It always throws me a bit to learn new things about myself; so used to the illusion that I'm fully self-aware.

Also my bike totally got stoled. That sucks.

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