Those of you who know me well know that I’m a total trooper. I indulge in a mere 42 vitamins and herbal liniments per day. I only cry when I get a splinter or stub my tootsies. I wait until the fourth sneeze before I avail myself of emergency medical attention.
This week, however, I’ve been in rough shape. I’d say I was suffering from acute exhaustion, but the Lohans/Loves of the world have attached an unfortunate connotation to such semi-medical terminology. So let’s just put ‘er down in the ledger as a common cold, one that probably could’ve been staved off even without my ritualistic abuse of over-the-counter medication.
Between the dope and the congestion, I feel like I’ve been underwater since Wednesday morning. It’s not an entirely unpleasant place to reside, unless one happens to be spending one’s nights with family. Suffice it to say that the weekend will be devoted to the composition of apology notes.
And so on this FReedy FRiday I turn to the shimmery, dreamy Underwater Life. In my addled state, I know exactly what he’s talking about. Buy it here, or you can grab a devoid-of-moody-electric-piano acoustic take here.
