Like a few months ago, I finally dug all my stuff out of storage and set everything up post-bed bug, since it had been over a year since like everything had been boxed up and so any adults would have died and even any eggs would have hatched and died by then.
Then, one day I was home late on a very cold night, and it was too quiet, but I didn't feel like the Top 40 or classical stations or my Fleetwood Mac albums or any Beach Boys or Madonna.
"I feel like something mellow," I kept thinking to myself.
And then, I remembered that I had dug all my old CDs out, so I rifled through them and found Carole King's Tapestry and threw that shit on.
It was late at night, and I had to have some dinner and do some work, but it felt so right.
I listened to it twice in a row.
The next day, I woke up humming, "You're so / faar awwwwaaaaaay / doesn't anybody stay in one place any more..."
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