Listless Diskness

I have almost one thousand CDs. I therefore have a rather large array of musical styles from which to choose when the fancy strikes me. Yet I never know what I want to listen to and when I do know what I want to listen to, I cannot find it. Such is my agony right now.

Ha Ha!

It is by far too nice a day to languish inside, toiling over bloggies. It is time for another trek to the amorphous Eastern European deli for some pea soup, as well as some kind of politically incorrect delicacy involving various kinds of baby animal or, alternately, animal parts not normally associated with food in North America.

I feel for you people trapped in the confines of your overly air-conditioned offices and cubicles on such a lovely day. I truly, truly do.