Sound of sounds.

Fitting and disturbing that my first words of the day were, at three pm in a voice raspy from disuse, the "satan is real" printed below today's Penny Arcade. They just swelled out of me from some forgotten nicotene cranny.

Nothing much. Just braying about my foot and the crappy new Gomez cd. Booh.

Also, yippee skippee to sarah for finding this.