06 January, 2005
radio is a sound salvation

nothing like skipping a day, working one, and leaving early the next.
of course, coughing chartreuse has been an inspiration to avoid the gulag. that, and the imposed no-smoking rules... which means nowhere, including your own car in the parking lot. not that it has much fascination when you can't smell or taste.
being treated like a child, or a convict... that stays with you. officially-sanctioned resolutions.
sure hastens an exit, it does.

one bright spot in all this , the satellite radio i bought for myself. all of a sudden, music feels real again. unscripted. uncommercialised. unpredictable. spontaneous.

melodies, unknown.

hmmmm... spontenaiety. i could use lots more of that.

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