Morning Sickness

Urgh. Every morning when I get out of bed, they attack. Allergies. Sneezing and snot and swollen eyes. The allergies persist throughout the day to lesser degrees, but they are always worst the first hour I'm up. It bites. What the heck am I allergic to? I've never had allergies before. Perhaps I'm allergic to morning. Perhaps I just need to get up earlier to beat the allergies. Jim Croce is playing again. I love 70s easy adult rock. It's the best, 70s AM rock (or is that 70s FM rock? I was just a wee thing at the time, I don't know). A scholar of rock history is taught to despise everything non-punk and non-glam that the 70s stood for, but I love mellow FM rock. If music sounds good, like it--that's pretty simple. Being good is cool, that's what I say. So all (well, most--a lot) of these Pitchfork bands around now, they are not cool because they are boring, and therefore not good. I'm picky. I like original-sounding stuff. Why listen to the Faint when you can listen to New Order? Why listen to anything when you can listen to Jim Croce? You don't mess around with Jim.