Today, my cousin woke me up at two-thirty in the afternoon (when, as the worker of a graveyard shift, I should have been sleeping) to take me to the emergency room for his panic attacks. Feeling sorry for myself (and not for him), I went and picked up some new music, as well as some old music that I don't have any more: The Tain by the Decemberists, Mutations and One Foot in the Grave by Beck, and Gyspy Punks by Gogol Bordello (!).
More love letters:
zanitica: For being you. ♥
z_mochachino: For being tolerant, witty, and damn near unbearably hot, I love you.
cluricaun: For having a mind that works on some more golden and weather-beaten plane, and for giving us windows into that place, I love you.