Laziness

For some reason - well, no, I know the reason.  I am going through a box of old CD's that Po gave me about five years ago, grabbing stuff off some of them, pitching the rest.  So, I am listening to Prince's fairly stultifying 1994 stillbirth Come, even though it's fully getting to be Suede season and I should be listening to the remastered "Brett tracklisting" of the first Suede album, which nestles safely on the terabyte drive in the overheard not three four feet from where I type this.

But that would mean standing up.