After the rain

I swear, I wish I had more control over my own brain.


Right this second I am in a coffee shop, trying not to work, and wishing that I could decide what stays in and what gets kicked out.


It seems that beyond my control is the persistance of lyrics to Nelson's great After the Rain ballad. If you could sing every word along with them, you'd be outraged too.

Of course, you have to recognize the bravery of LeStat's for being tuned to the satellite radio station that plays this stuff.

Thought for the day from Gunnar and Matthew: Don't be afraid to lose what was never meant to be.