Or, at least a few days. I need to recharge. I want to write about Keri Hilson's infectious new single--comparable to the year-defining opus that is Timbaland's "Way I Are"--review Yelle's show at Mohawk, and talk about a few interesting life revelations, but I'm happy to just...not.
My cousin Landry told me, "That smells good!"
"Like grape juice!"
What's freaky is that she's right.