Shameful...

Two things that I've already told Juan:

1) If there was ever a day to start smoking for relaxation, it would have been today. Oh my. I don't want to read another word of either of those two stories that I had to revise for my Grad Writers Workshop. My goodness. My my.

Oh yeah, don't worry. I can't start smoking. I have the most amazing asthma attacks when I get too much of a whiff of smoke. So, like, my first one would be my last.

2) Madonna has saved my final's week. I really cannot listen to anything this week that challenges me, not even Beth Orton, Cat Power, or Radiohead. No, I've been (and here's where the whole "shameless" part comes in - I'm admitting this) only able to listen to Madonna's Greatest Hits Volume 2. And by "able", I mean anything else makes my eyes cross. It's just that MGHV2 is so smooth, so poppy, so Avant-Madonna-Garde, so

blatently commercial.

Oh well. Since we're on the subject and I have no shame, I'll let everyone know that the song I keep playing over and over is "What it feels like for a girl". I have no idea what people think as they hear me singing loudly "Do you know what it feels like for a girl? In this world?" as I drive by.

Who cares. She has a good contralto voice that is easy for my baritone to mimic. Hey, I get to keep up my voice and release a little stress at the same time. Mindfloss, total mindfloss.