In the wake of yet another Kennedy leaving the mortal world this month, I'm left with few words. Actually, that's a lie. I have a lot of words, just not very much time to write them down today. I'll be trekking out to Pentagon City to continue Sports-Brassiere Quest '09 then hittin' the gym.
Which means while I'm getting vascular (because I'm sure two reps of five with three pound weights and a yoga class will do that to a person), I'm going to direct you to another blog. And because I'm pretty sure I have an acute case of narcissistic personality disorder, I'll be linking to a piece that I wrote.
And if that's not enough to entice you (I don't blame you), maybe this will do it: There are MP3s involved, including one by Phil Collins.
And with that, I invite you to click on over to The Vinyl District to join in on "Twitstock," which invites TVD's Twitter friends to reveal five songs they can't live without. Being as I only love myself, I listed five songs that make sitting at home alone in the dark a whole lot better.
E-see you tomorrow!