Blank CD's

I spent an hour and a half on the phone this morning trying to figure out the location of a car DMV says I own. I thought the car had been sold in salvage auction. The matter is still not settled.

The song I'm listening to I could do without the lyrics and just get to the beat, the synth-sounds and the key changes. That part is really exciting.

So the last hour has been spent cutting my hair in the mirror. If it doesn't turn out, there's always the drastic measure of shaving my head. (Which I sorta planned on doing anyway)

Long IM with Ty last night has left me thinking how blank CD's become beautiful treasures when some thought is put behind what goes on them.