sorry, gelbison.

yesterday afternoon, listening to a mix-tape on headphones & typing.
a fantastic song comes on, perfecting the moment.
i sing along, loving the grandeness the music adds to what i'm doing.

however, for the life of me remember what the band is called. or what the song is called. and that never ever happens to me, ever.
excessive levels of endorphins must affect memory.

sorry, gelbison. i [heart] you.