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For the first time in days, I feel something like alive. I got seven hours and my brain is at least operating. And I've spent an hour and a half on a research jag for an acquaintance, and I was diverted and happy while I was doing it, because it's one of those things I've decided I'm kind of interested in, old blues culture and drug references. Y'all, y'all, just guess what Reefer Man was really about.

If I knew why, I probably wouldn't be as interested. It started here; with the only Venetian Snares song I've ever actually paid money for. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

It somehow grew, as these things do, and now my I-Pod is full of Nina Simone and Dinah Shore. My parents can't stand Billie Holiday.

I-Tunes thinks things about my demographic that are shockingly incorrect, based on this marketing data.

Though I will be all over Janelle Monae as soon as my aid check gets here. I've been rubbin' two nickels together for a month, tryin' to get 'em to mate.

You don't see with your eyes you perceive with your mind
And all the girlies say
I don't ever wanna drink again
In this way, our minds were locked together
In faith, I do not love thee
And in between I drink
Black coffee

Certain it is, and sure. Ah, life were cold without them.

In other news, I don't mind the Yeah Yeah Yeahs as much when they're eviscerated into dubstep.