Tuesday, 26 February 2008
The general consensus is that I'm running myself into the ground. Very characteristic of myself, I feel. Catching this fucking awful cold is a sign of that. I don't get ill. Getting ill is for fannies.
So I thought I'd share (if it works) the song that makes me beam inside with a glorious stream of happiness.
M.I.A. - Paper Planes [via YouSendIt for 7 days]
This is dedicated first and foremost to my useless friend. May he find me a chair so I don't give quite as bad a dead arm as usual. Everything will work out. Or it better. Make it happen. I'm beginning to think I truly am cursed.
And secondly it is for my cold. Or is the soundtrack to my battle with my cold. Or something. I've lost it, haven't I? Did I ever have it?
I suppose something has got to give...