I was dying for a little new tunage and by cracky if Wilco didn't come through for me. I have traded my CD collection until I am pared to the essential bones. This seriously budgeting all the time thing is gross. I have one (1) clandestine, unaccounted-for dollar. Really.

So I'm reading all these blogs lately, right? And I'm supposed to be a writer.

If you could see me you'd laugh at the red handprint on my forehead. I think I'm breaking through to damn well writing my blog all the time!

Don't quote me.