Back to School Crud and a Prayer

JD and I have been wallowing about the house today. Calvin was sniffle-riffic at the end of last week and we're now going through the Wide World of Snot. I hate it when my nose is stuffed completely and yet drips constantly. Blowing into tissues is a frustrating act of futility.

While working on the laptop the past couple of days, I've had Bloc Party stuck in my head. When I took time off on Monday to mow grass, I filled the mp3 player w/ BP tracks from Silent Alarm and A Weekend in the City. The top song circulating in my noggin is:

"The Prayer"

I must confess that I did a double-take and wondered if my experimental lifestyle in college was catching up with me when I saw the video on Subterranean for the first time.

Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies throb in time
Silent on the weekdays
Tonight I claim what’s mine

Damn, you, Oxygen Channel!

Secretary is on right now. Nothing else is on, so I can't not watch Maggie Gyllenhaal.



And while Spader's looks still flash me back to his 80's bad boys, his voice during the office scenes is the next best thing to Barry White. I hope JD comes to the bedroom before it's too late.