I haven’t listened to the Smiths in years, it seems, and now a sudden urge to listen late this afternoon has found me practically in tears and wanting to throw up.

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don’t care
I don’t care, I don’t care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(But then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn’t ask)

summertime

August 8, 2007

After coming back into this frigidly air-conditioned workplace of mine from a break, I’m almost enjoying that 102 degree Fahrenheit weather out there.