I am in my room and my head is planted on the edge of my desk. Plato has a bookmark in him, and I left his spine open (my apologies, I'll deal with the Republic later). The remnant of my sound system is full volume, and the computer is making designs on its screensaver. It seems as though I'm writing a prescription for a headache, especially with this Counting Crows song blaring in the background. But I'm fine. I'm happy. This is just sticking with me. I'm a sucker for a good acoustic song, anyways. I've always admired Adam Duritz's ability to be so eloquent with his songwriting and singing (his performances alone show how physically he gets into each and every word he writes), but I feel he hit it especially strong with this one.