Entering another hotter than the freaking bowels of hades spell here. Why is it that some people actually claim to like the heat? Pure insanity. You step outside and for the first five or six steps it doesn't seem so bad. Tolerable even. But then it hits you like a brick. Apparently it just needed a few misleading seconds to take hold. And then your mind reminds you that it's not even August yet. And you remember that September isn't no sure thing when it comes to cooler temperatures and October seems so far away. Just the word October spoken in July sounds remotely distant.
Been working on a new and improved me at work lately. Where I'm not so quick to get upset with mistakes and misunderstandings. Don't think that I'll mention it over on facebook though. I might get a dozen, "Really?" type of comments. Like they couldn't see the differfence.
I can't recall with certainty. I've always been more of an album person. Why get two songs (with the B-side) when you could get ten or more was my attitude. Tommy James and the Shondells,
Crystal Blue Persuasion is the first thing that comes to mind. Though that may have been in album form. Maybe,
Hey Jude by The Beatles? Or maybe I'm just recalling hearing that at a friends house? Just a couple wild guesses there with no basis in actual accurate memory. Maybe I just listened to my sisters 45's and never purchased any of my own? For me, the LP was always where it was at. I've certainly spent a lot of money in that quest. I also have a vague memory of the price of 45's being eighty-nine cents.
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