Back Fat Land

Under the weight of the pug, his snoring taken for possibly mine, I get out of the annual herb sale. Whew. Freed to wander, I go looking for a beverage that doesn't have aspertame (is there such a thing in the midwest, the land of fat girls in tight bras?) and find a secret sanctum of network servers in the basement. O thank you God for my brother-in-law--I love this guy. I think this might be the only place inside 100 miles right now where I could hide with music blogs . . . . leave it to me to find a place to run away to that looks just like home.

The Theater Fire - These Tears Could Rust A Train

The Lucksmiths - There is a Light