I just heard Semisonic's Closing Time at the gym. How could one of the most annoying songs ever written be infused with one of the juiciest foolproof melodies ever conceived of? How could singer Dan Wilson abandon his brother Matt (they were bandmates in the brilliant Trip Shakespeare) to form the cloying mid-90s not-a-bar-band? Why can't I get that song out of my head?
Happy long weekend everyone! Except for those of you who have to work on Monday. Or on Saturday and Sunday. I'll be far away. Then I'll be back.
When I roll into work Wednesday morning, I hope to be in a state of preternatural bliss, infused with the splendor of rainbows and waterfalls, perhaps after dreaming of a badminton game betweens gnomes and walruses on the shores of a Great Lake.
My NBA Draft predictions didn't work out well. I went 4 for 30. The dude in the white suit didn't even get selected. But the Wolves have a new point guard. And the new season starts in less than 4 months!