Curse you, mystery plague!

Urg, I feel crappy. I appear to have acquired some sort of horrible death plague. Well, not death as such, but it is keeping me from experiencing much of life. Oog, my head. I wish it would just explode and get it over with. That certainly seems to be what it's preparing to do, anyway.

I've got a short stack of CDs that didn't do much for me when I first bought them, so they were set aside and which have since faded from memory. A couple of days ago I pulled the Out Out album Pepperbox Muzzle out of the pile and gave it another try. Some of the songs have definitely grown on me with a few more spins. Others are...still kinda blah. Still, I like most of their album Finched and large parts of Voiceprint, so I checked ye Internette to see if Out Out had any other albums that I don't have. There appears to be just one, Nisus, which is out of print like the rest of them. I went searching online for it and found a used copy on an Amazon Marketplace site for $9, so I decided to pick it up. Finched is definitely my favorite, so I'm hoping it will more like that one. I'll keep my fingers crossed.