Did The Armoires' new album save my life?
Monday 7:09am. My alarm fails to ring, and so I've started my day 90 minutes late -- to be compounded quickly by the special hell of Chicagoland summer roadwork traffic. I stomp through my chores, comb my teeth, dodge the wee hungry beasties, and grumble out the door.
I am twitching and bitching at every minor vehicular rudeness in my path, and my anger is in danger of…Read more