"Whatever the mess you are, you're mine, okay?"

[muckefuck]

I've mentioned to many people lately that YouTube is my jukebox. It's also increasingly my stress relief. When even just thinking about the next week makes my stomach hurt, I retreat to the computer to struggle at spider solitaire and play tunes. Most are standard comfort fare--songs I've been listening to for years now. But now and again I find a new tune I can't get out of my head, like this simple ditty from the New Pornographers--so beautiful it makes me want to cry.

(Don't read anything into the fact that the lyrics seem to be about adultery.)

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Bad day. This helped. Thank you.