Rachel: Stress yelling
Erin: I'm down. Meet me in the parking lot in 5? I mean, the proverbial [edit: I think I meant metaphorical] parking lot.
Rachel: Yep. By the yelling rock.
Erin: I'll be the one yelling. That's how you'll find me.
Anyway, on with the business. The business of jams.
The danger of Courtney Barnett's song, Pedestrian at Best, is that it gets stuck in your head. It's pretty earworm-y.
Sometimes I sit and think, and sometimes I just sit is getting a lot of buzz about potentially being the album of the year. I'm not ready to give her the award just yet because I feel like there's still a lot of good stuff to come in 2015. But I would definitely agree that Barnett's album is in the running.
I STILL have 150 emails, a million work projects, and a paper due at the end of the month. I am not dug out from ACRL at all. I do not even know, friends, I do not even. Various things are killing me. I wish there were a so-- oh!