It's 2:30 AM, it's still snowing, and I'm writing a rock opera. This is what happens when my insomnia pops up- I can't sleep, and I'm exhausted, and I end up getting these weird ideas in my head like, "Oh, 'Pinball Wizard' came up on shuffle right after 'The Bitch Of Living'. Clearly my iPod is actually sending me messages from the gods and this ( Read more... )