The Four Year Itch.

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.

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