FLIP.

Groban has the most beautiful voice ever. Beautiful perfect voice. Plus, he sings the right songs. Either that or his voice makes the songs right. It's Awesomeness in itself. I can listen to his songs again & again & again & again & again. It's delicious, like the elusive, perfect caesar salad I can't get enough of. Actually like him more than the Rat-pack era greats.

Me-timed after dinner with his voice floating unbroken through the earphones, tucked in my separate universe which I have neglected for far too long. It's wonderfully calming to be talking to the voices in my head again after standing them up time and again these few months. Very therapeutic to let the thoughts churn around and flop about in the brain-mixer and allow the subconscious to do the realization instead of instinctively having the conscious part of the grey matter tearing it to pieces with it's unforgiving, cold, rational, logical side. I am at peace with myself all happy and contented despite an unusual lapse in composure thanks to a certain late-coming body who is slowly but surely entering my To Be Killed book.

I assure you, I am of perfectly sane mind.