music

Beck is a scientologist? Oh jeez.

I can't believe it. After getting my music collection almost restored, the new external hard drive got corrupted.

ARGH!

One of the things I left behind in the U.S. and didn't give away is all of my CDs. I had my favorite music burned to my PC, and then I moved it to a hard drive so that I would have more space on my lap top.

That external hard drive has been knocked onto the floor one too many times. And now I can't get my music off of it.

I'm really bummed.

I really love to sing. I kind of hogged the karaoke machine tonight at our karaoke party. I really could sing all night long. I don't feel the least bit tired.

Tayler has been singing the words, "Oh you don't mean, oh, nothing at all, to me..." over and over and over again.

It's worse than having a song stuck in your head, because it's OUTSIDE your head.

I started to open iTunes to play some music right when she asked if I would play some music.

"Yes, I was just going to do that because you are driving me insane."

"It's making me insane too, that's why I asked you to play some music."