I'm sure that by posting the following lyrics I am joining several hundred thousand other bloggers who thought themselves insanely clever to post such a timely and angst-ridden song in the past week. They undoubtedly like to imagine their computer screens oozing self-contemplative meditation and beautifully morose objectivity. But my genuine regard for the song is over-powering my normal distaste for conformity.

Listening to...

Counting Crows - Long December

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better that the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

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