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You know, I've been trying to find the fucking song "Love Is A Beautiful Thing" for like, 3 years now. I've KNOWN it was Al Green that did it, but all the lyrics I found online did NOT match the song I knew, and no one I talked to had even heard the song, let alone knew who did it or where I could find it.
Today I FINALLY found the site of the guy who actually WROTE the song, Seth...seth something, sorry dude, and BAM, he had a link to a streaming version of Al's recording. THERE IT WAS! I jumped on BS and grabbed it, and finally I can loop it over and over and listen to it and rock out and be a stupid romantic sucker and do the part where he's like "love is a beautiful thi-ii-ii-iinn-nng" with the variating scale. YES. Let me have my geek moment. Please.
This is the cover of the next Revolver, featuring Tool - here. That would make SUCH a great poster. Apparently there's one included in the magazine, I hope it's just a reprint of that cover. I have a perfect spot for it.
Well, last night, or yesterday, rather, I'd been up since 6 AM, then off to several Doctor's things, then several pharmacies since I forget where and when I get my meds filled, plus the fact that my fucking Klonopin is going to cost me A HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS (I forgot she only wrote me for two weeks worth last time), so now I have to wait to pick that up, and they upped me on my blood thinners, and...ugh.
I think my body is just getting adjusted to all of this, but Jesus Christ, it's really, really fucking doing a number on me. Yesterday was the worst, since I stayed out running every possible errand until like, 11 PM. Laundry, caulk for the bathtub, a whiteboard calendar, stuff to repair a nail hole in the wall, then grocery shopping for more soy and yogurt and fat-free crap, then I come home and in the middle of IMing I just start puking and spend the rest of the night sleeping in the bathroom (yes, literally) because I'm too busy sitting up every hour to vomit up a ton of stuff. I haven't even eaten that much, so I don't know where it came from, but whee.
Then I wake up today and I feel like fucking shit, shit shit shit shit shit.
I feel like shit. Someone (and I'm pointing at a particular person) PLEASE make me feel better.
Wherever you are.
Today I FINALLY found the site of the guy who actually WROTE the song, Seth...seth something, sorry dude, and BAM, he had a link to a streaming version of Al's recording. THERE IT WAS! I jumped on BS and grabbed it, and finally I can loop it over and over and listen to it and rock out and be a stupid romantic sucker and do the part where he's like "love is a beautiful thi-ii-ii-iinn-nng" with the variating scale. YES. Let me have my geek moment. Please.
This is the cover of the next Revolver, featuring Tool - here. That would make SUCH a great poster. Apparently there's one included in the magazine, I hope it's just a reprint of that cover. I have a perfect spot for it.
Well, last night, or yesterday, rather, I'd been up since 6 AM, then off to several Doctor's things, then several pharmacies since I forget where and when I get my meds filled, plus the fact that my fucking Klonopin is going to cost me A HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS (I forgot she only wrote me for two weeks worth last time), so now I have to wait to pick that up, and they upped me on my blood thinners, and...ugh.
I think my body is just getting adjusted to all of this, but Jesus Christ, it's really, really fucking doing a number on me. Yesterday was the worst, since I stayed out running every possible errand until like, 11 PM. Laundry, caulk for the bathtub, a whiteboard calendar, stuff to repair a nail hole in the wall, then grocery shopping for more soy and yogurt and fat-free crap, then I come home and in the middle of IMing I just start puking and spend the rest of the night sleeping in the bathroom (yes, literally) because I'm too busy sitting up every hour to vomit up a ton of stuff. I haven't even eaten that much, so I don't know where it came from, but whee.
Then I wake up today and I feel like fucking shit, shit shit shit shit shit.
I feel like shit. Someone (and I'm pointing at a particular person) PLEASE make me feel better.
Wherever you are.