Gah. Blurgh. Awoke with one of those headaches. The ones that creeps and feels more like a sponge that makes everything damp instead of pain. The Lovecraft headache. Propbably tentacles in unspeakable places. Like the inner ear or behind the eye poking around in the socket. Urgh! (New glasses now please?)

So I work a bit and listens to Jenny Scheinmans self-titled record, I’m seriously unfunny right now. Downright boring. The music is good though, you should give it a spin.