Curious...

Why do you keep a blog? As a journal? To post about stuff?

I'm just curious.

Also, it's after midnight and Abby's awake and simply insists that she NEEDS the pink earplugs Rachel just bought today. I'm talking she's adamant.

-- EDIT -- I had the wrong show, and still Abby stands here, whining for earplugs. I have no idea where she gets this tenacity from.

Roman cavalry choirs are singing (or, I'm always the last one to know)

I get a feeling that I am driving Rachel a bit nutty with my continual playing of Coldplay's Viva La Vida.

I have to admit that when I first listened to Yellow from Parachutes oh so long ago, I just couldn't get into it. All my friends and acquaintances really loved the thing, but I had to hide my disdain for it. I liked Trouble a bit more, but not enough to really pay attention.

A Rush of Blood to the Head was released and I paid a bit more attention. Skipped X&Y, though I tried to listen to it--thanks to its inclusion at my local library's collection.

So, here we are. And I can't stop listening to the song--though I wonder if I would have paid attention to it if I hadn't have heard it on 104.1 before starting an overnight shift recently.

Don't shame me about Swingtown, either. There really isn't too much else on, though I do want to catch tonight's episode of Fear Itself. It fits nicely with the fact that I just finished David Wellington's Monster Nation. I should be getting Monster Planet soon, I believe.