Variety is not the spice of life, it's a dietary staple.

While I'm sulking in bed and pretending that my stomach pain has gone away and that I'm TOTALLY OKAY, NO REALLY I'm making a bunch of band icons to post up next week. It's rather fun to do, actually, and it means I am exposing myself to new music. Eisley and THE CAB are pretty good, and I liked That Green Gentleman so much I bought Pretty. Odd. by Panic at the Disco. I'm a sucker for theatricality, you all know this. But the Beatles-vibes are very soothing in that comfortably restless way that makes you want to act out, just gets under your skin and makes you want to create a new world in words and colors and metaphors, a better world to turn this one into. I miss The Beatles, and they were never together in my lifetime. :'(

Someone make me go dancing tomorrow? Please drag my grouchy self onto a dance floor and ply me with loud and pretty 'til my brain shuts off and I can relax and deal with my life.