Like Evil Urges. But better...
I knocked out for a good hour or so last night before finally retiring to my bedroom and calling it a night. I wanted to give my devout and unbridled attention to this Sean Penn flick, Bad Boys was its name, but the Sandman was calling me home. That's why I was not surprised when I was awakened this morning at 6:20 AM Pacific Standard Time ready to seize the day. Grabbed the paper, made of a cup of joe, and caught the last act of a Steve Harvey rerun on TBS. [Complete with an early Megan Good appearance!] And I decided to pop in my new Fleet Foxes CD I picked up this week. Smart move. This album is what mornings like this are made for. The sun also rises, and so do I, with my cup of joe, the morning paper, and the melancholic, sun dripped compositions of the Fleet Foxes.
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