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If there is anything more frustrating than having a brain which refuses to work properly, it's having a brain which is quite willing to work--but not in the ways you need it to work at the time. My brain today would love to make intuitive leaps and connections, to range far and wide in airy realms (or possibly watery realms? cloudy realms? the misty mid region of Weir?); but today I need it to work down-to-earth in practical realms. And it won't do it. Grr... I didn't wake up depressed (for a change), but this really isn't helping my mood any.

In other news, why is it that so many people who listen to Loreena McKennitt also listen to Enya? How do they reconcile this to themselves? Is it merely that both are female singers who sound somewhat Celtic? Beyond superficialities, they have nought in common. Loreena McKennitt creates music of haunting beauty, while Enya's sloppy soporifics are clearly created in service to Satan! How can so many people be so dreadfully deceived? How--

(The hummingwolf, now noticeably frothing at the mouth, is removed from the room by some nice young men in clean white coats, much to the relief of the audience.)