Here’s a picture of Addison playing soccer. It has nothing to do with what I’m thinking about, but I like it.
I don’t think I need an iPod. My brain seems to recall any song I’ve ever heard. I’m not bragging. It’s more of a complaint, actually. Here are some of the songs that have been coming up on the neverending shuffle (aside from the ones I spontaneously compose, of course):
Unfortunately, there’s no delete option on my brain. Sure, there’s all kind of hard-drive damage, but I can never get the right parts to erase. Instead, I try to discover a little something to make me sweeter. Dang it all!