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[iceinyourmusic]

Well, haven't gotten anything done today, either. Once upon a time. It feels like a day for telling stories, but I don't have any to tell. Only, I've finally come to that age where being sick and tired starts bringing out wrinkles: meeting me for the concert on Thursday, mother said "hello" and then "you look about thirty-five today". But that's just my momma, a bit biased, so no such luck really. JC's lyrics, JC's lyrics. I'm in the habit of singing songs in my head with all kinds of semi-consciously made-up lyrics because I rarely remember the correct ones, but with JC, I find that I can't tell whether the bizarre snippets floating through the brain (poor brain) are mine or his, because, man, the level of sense-making just isn't a valid indicator here.

This tv-less life distresses me sometimes.