Walking with a man called sun

Time to head out into the heat and traffic again.

I hope my mail is sorted out by now. I dream of everything going to the correct address.

At lunch I heard Caetano Veloso's version of Nirvana's 'Come as you are' and I thought I was going to throw up. Veloso just sucks the blood right out of the song and turns it into mush. Somewhere Kurt is reloading the shotgun.

Gotta finish my Netlix, so I can get more on the way.

R