5:00 and I find myself swooning. Maybe it's just Elliot Smith in my ears, and yes that is probably it, delicate tinkling melody and whining crooning vocal, the way he do -

and other than that, you know, I have decided that I have a psychic connection to certain people and can tell when they are thinking about me, and this being 5:00, well, the fact that my concentration just broke into fractions?

Tom Waits says she thought she had the moon in her pocket and I think also I have a psychic connection to my iPod and it will play the songs I need to hear, at just the time I need to hear them.

I seem to have been commandeered by the law of synchronicity, and I don't know how to put two steps together but I am expert at blowing in the wind -

true love is
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