Coffee and cigarettes?

Well, not cigarettes. But hey, is it healthy to wash down 3 advil with a cup of coffee, followed by another cup, followed by a third-all in like under an hour? My body hates me right now. It's kind of like when you're hungover and you start drinking while still hungover and you can tell you're body is like "are you serious" but you do it anyways. Still though, those first couple swallows of beer, the gag reflex is in full effect like you were fourteen and drinking vodka for the first time. Or it's like when you've sleep deprived yourself (also known as deprived yourself of sleep, for those eloquent people out there) for a really long time and you sleep straight through the alarm with no recollection of it going off because your body just took control and was like "fuck this, we're staying in bed." Well, that's kind of how my body, or maybe head feels when I pick up something to study it. It's like "honestly, we just finished an incredibly intense 3 hours now you want us to deal with the Dormant Commerce Clause?" Final push to the sum though. Gotta study, can't really do much about it.

Oh, also-sentences for music reviews should not have more than 3 clauses or two obscure references. I "parse language" for a living. It's all I do, all day long-it's all we do in school-but when I can't figure out what the fuck pitchfork is saying about the old Aesop Rock album, they have gotten too intellectual. Come on, I know you cats are English majors, but can we keep the sentences as un-Dennis Miller like as possible. I can handle the one reference to an obscure hip hop artist from the past, but when you throw 54 clauses in the sentence it has become unmanageable. Still, you gotta love Pitchfork despite their pretentiousness.

6 more days left. Then Bar Friday, Party Saturday, Falcons/Bears game Sunday-it's the NIGHT GAME-gonna be ridiculous.

Lyrics
"There's Bourbon on the breath of the singer you love so much. He takes all his words from the books that you don't read anyway. His jaw's been broken his bandage is wrapped too tight. My fangs have been pulled and I really want to see you tonight."
I wish I had never hated Wilco Yankee Hotel Foxtrot-especially since my bus goes by the buildings on the cover of the album every single day.