Thanks to modern chemistry, I've been sleeping again this week. I'm really fuzzy-headed right now. Not a good thing considering that I've got a two-day, sixteen hour exam at the end of this month - don't ask.
So to wake myself up, I blare old music at all hours of the day. I remember when I was younger, I used to put my LPs and 45s on (if you can't relate to this, please know that I hate you) and do the same in my parents' basement.
I heard that way back when records were made of wax, you could re-record new music by just cutting new grooves into them.
I'd like to do that with some parts of my life.
Other parts, I'd like to play