I want my Ultimate 70s Collection CDs to come. All day I've been playing CDs I've owned for years and for some reason they're all striking me wrong. There's a tulip dying on my desk, and I had wasabi for lunch, on some overpriced shrimp rolls. I feel that I should just string these things together without explanation. Perhaps this entry should just read in its entirety:
Business, bad music, wasabi, dying tulip.
It's like a poem. A poem of my headache.
I need some fannish content, stat.