I always feel as if I should do something with the 29th of February. From the moment I awake in the morning to find that grey-blinds-shut-hello-morning world, the notion is right there: I should do something today that society will not be able to excuse.
The day takes four years to arrive. Four years. It's a fucking lifetime. It demands use.
So I bought Courtney Love's new album, America's Sweetheart, which I am sitting here listening to and, quite honestly, liking a fair bit.