Holy crap.

Holy crap. I think I'm about to make one of the biggest decisions of my life.

Holy crap. I'm freaking out.

To keep my mind off of it, I thought, "Hey! I'll watch Amazing Race!"

Clip show. Argh.

So instead I'll tell a random story:

Today was a bad day. BAD DAY.

BAD DAY.

So bad that I didn't even check email until we got back from lunch. And as I was looking through my planetclaire emails, I found an email that made me laugh out loud.

It was from someone wishing me happy holidays and saying he occasionally wandered onto the site.

But the wacky thing is this:

As any regular reader knows (and I have a few, I swear), I am a huge Tim Easton fan. Went so far as to create a lyrics site, because I think it's a crime that there isn't one. This man has some of the most beautifully crafted songs ever.

And I would never have heard of him (I'm bad at finding new music) if it weren't for a certain individual on a music list.

So, a friend of mine was feeling guilty because he refused to see Ryan Adams at the Turf Club with me (we had plans that night), so he rattled off a list of shows he could get on the proverbial list for (he worked for a local radio station). And Tim Easton was one of the shows who would be coming to Seventh Street Entry. So I chose Tim.

And I loved it. It was the greatest show. The finale was Don't Walk Alone. Beautiful. And I was hooked.

So today, I got an email from the guy who originally posted so much about Tim Easton that I decided to check him out. I couldn't believe it. Small world.