One more final to go and I think I'm going to die. I'm absolutely ragged. I could barely sit through church today. I'm home now, finding a great amount of comfort in my music collection . . . it makes me think of this Lenin quote. Lenin.
But I can't listen to music too often. It affects your nerves, makes you want to say stupid, nice things, and stroke the heads of people who could create such beauty while living in this vile hell.
Of course, he was refering to Beethoven's sonatas. Me, my nerves are being affected by Death from Above 1979, Buddy Holly, and the Smiths right now. But in less than 33 hours, I shall be free.
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