I listened to Hail to the Thief again. I take back what I said. It's a fantastic album--significantly better than Amnesiac though not as catchy in some respects. It just cannot be listened to through headphones on a plane when you're depressed as hell. Pipe it through some proper speakers and enjoy. Myxomatosis and all.

I almost cried today. I was reading the Literary Magazine of Tallahassee Community College (as bizarre as that may seem) and there was a very beautiful short work of prose that reminded me of the emotions that I bottled up when my grandfather fell asleep when I was only five (I didn't cry though it is one of the few early childhood memories that I remember vividly). Hospital regulations don't allow children into ICUs, often denying them a last chance to see their loved ones on their deathbeds. I loved Grandpa George very much. He wanted me to do great things with my life. He promised me I would. I don't know...