johnny hit and run pauline

The afternoon is passing swiftly and my brain is fading fast. I want to put on some music, but the mere act of slipping the headphones on may be enough to slide me into the slumberzone. But if I don't put some music on I'm liable to fall asleep anyways.

Quandary. What does quandary mean?

Solution: punk rock. It solves many of life's ills, including (but not exclusively) dyspepsia, dropsy, and gout. Here's hoping some X circa-1978 will get me through the next hour or so. oh, and a bit of green tea (not so punk, I suppose, but fuck it).