Oh, good lord, my sinuses are trying to kill me. I would pay cash money to breathe through my nose … such is the joy of living in Florida.

So I just sprayed some nasal gunk into my nose, and of course I can’t sniff it, so I was lounging in my chair with my head back like Famke Janssen in Hemlock Grove, except I’m this short, round, blonde chick and so very much not Famke Janssen … and this is my brain, ladies and gentlemen, what can I say.

I was going to post a big long thing about music I’ve been listening to a lot, but I’m not sure I’m coherent enough for that, so I’m just going to dump some links here.

First off, I’m kind of obsessed with Bastille:

Although this is not my favorite thing–my favorite is actually either “Flaws” or “Pompeii.”

And the Bryan Ferry Orchestra version of “Slave to Love” makes me ridiculously happy.

Oh … wait, there we go, the nose has cleared. I can breathe again! (As I’m sure you were waiting with bated breath to find out what happened.)Okay. Time to see if the links all work. I will endeavor to be a lot less random in my next post, but I’m not making any promises.

Published by Laura E. Price

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want; it's linked on my blog). I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Betwixt, Metaphorosis, Gallery of Curiosities, The Cassandra Project; the stuff that’s available online is linked on my blog). I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first. (I also blame my husband for basically everything.)

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