I'm starting to think that my steady diet of Van Hagar (Right now! Is your tomorrow! ... Working so hard to make it easy! Come on, turn this thing around!) and the Floyd (We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year! Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears.) is starting to lead me into existential crisis. In addition to, of course, the crisis of existence.
Oh, also Matthew Sweet. Damn, Matthew. How did I even finish college with you in my ears all the time?