The Trapeze Swinger

I'm listening to a song by Iron and Wine called "The Trapeze Swinger". Well, and eating eggs and a piece of bread(not toast) with some orange juice. Because I don't think I'm being "nutritious" enough. I keep feeling tired. So I went to bed before midnight last night, resisiting the temptation for a late night viewing of "The Devil Wears Prada". Anyways, my point is, I interrupted the worst eggs I've ever made and therefore the best orange juice I've ever drunk to recommend this song. Its worth listening to at least once. So stop whining that you're sick of me recommending music blah blah blah because if you look back over these blog entries you haven't read anyways you'll notice I've haven't recommended nothin. And because I'm now upset that you're getting me upset, I'm recommending another album I've only heard snippets of. "Boxer" by The National. Apparently people that listen to Sigur Ros listen to this guys low toned voice lifting up mumblings about the disparity in economic classes. I've got to go. I've always "got to go". Tallyo friend.