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The moment that starts two minutes and 43 seconds into Annbjørg's song "Inoque" is possibly the greatest moment in the history of music. It always makes me feel like flying. Or something.
I have the feeling I won't get any work done this week. That isn't good, because I have a German composition due tomorrow, and then a German test and my first lit essay due Friday. And so much other crap that I've been putting off. But work is nothing compared to having sketchtastic and psychic experiences in SWING SPACE, where things are always swingin' (unless it's six in the morning and you want to get a door unlocked, in which case no one is around).
...I love Björk.
I have the feeling I won't get any work done this week. That isn't good, because I have a German composition due tomorrow, and then a German test and my first lit essay due Friday. And so much other crap that I've been putting off. But work is nothing compared to having sketchtastic and psychic experiences in SWING SPACE, where things are always swingin' (unless it's six in the morning and you want to get a door unlocked, in which case no one is around).
...I love Björk.
