Tuesday, March 6, 2012


Last night I felt the familiar tinge of sharp muscle aches and knew a fever was swiftly dawning. It is the swipe of a sickness that leaves traces of the parts of our body that are more sensitive: the untouched upper arm, stomach, and throbbing mind. Bullied myself into going to school anyway, though. It's receding, thankfully. Nevertheless, a fever in March was an expected event; it has been the case for the past two years.
Anyway, thankfully, blissfully, Arcade Fire have spun up a new, magical song: Abraham's Daughter, for the Hunger Games soundtrack. Love the bass that hits during the crescendo -- this song has grown on me. Regine's voice sounds lovely.

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