The worst thing that ever happened to the -- oh such wonderful! -- word 'emotional' was when it was coined to a certain type of music. Yeah, Jimmy Eat World, you are quite cool -- but, as a really good friend (or so it feels) has said: -- but the world isn't ready yet. Well, the world actually seems ready, with their black'n'black dresses, the cute haircut "well i don't want to see a thing" and those shoes with that checkerboard on them. I mean, yeah, they look quite nice, but let's face it: nobody is gonna play chess on your shoes anyday soon.

So, (everybody is waiting for that long arc that will span from that introduction to the tuggable point of view) after having spend the day with good friends, thinking about that life-thing, having drunk a good amount of your favorite sorrowkeeper, having actually not taken that chance to not be alone tonight...

I sit here. Emotional. Listening to one of the records of the year: Okkervil River. Pop. Emo pop. Kill emo, so we can here emotional music again.