After a few too-late nights with too many drinks and a few days of soggy weather disrupted my running routine, I got back into it this morning for a half-hour jog, just before it started to pour again. I was singing REM's "At My Most Beautiful" to myself as I made my way up to Japantown and back again. It popped up on my Pandora a few days ago and it stuck with me. I feel really sappy saying how much I like that song and how it breaks my hearts a little each time I hear it. How I wish someone would read bad poetry to me.
After battling the strong headwind on my way back home, I tried to find that REM album among my shoe boxes of CDs in my closet, but no luck. Instead, I put on something a little more upbeat, Pulp circa 1994. I sweated and danced in the living room to "Do You Remember the First Time." I pretended I was at Popscene.
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