I can't seem to dredge up any enthusiasm for learning about synovial fluid and femurs (though I admit a special fondness for phalanges and carpals), and am seriously questioning whether I should proceed with this teacher training.
I am questioning everything, everything, everything. It's an uncomfortable state of mind. not inappropriately, I found a copy of Dark Night of the Soul today in the garbage...
Soft Boys album: goodski! It's a Soft Boys album, not a R. Hitchcock album, and as such, it is hooky, jangly and pretty straightforward. I like it.
Jury still out on Beck and Peter Gabriel--I haven't listened attentively enough to either and don't want to dismiss them out of hand.
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