The moon is on ice. It smiles from above.

[cyrano]

So I spent about forty-five minutes sitting on the couch as the sky (and the apartment) darkened, watching the moon as it travelled from the horizon across the patio door, just moonbathing. And I came to the conclusion that I'm tired of spending $40 a month to not go to the gym. Time for a concentrated effort to get back on the working out wagon. You may have seen complaining on other friends' LJs about how fat they are, so I won't get into it. But yeah.
And one of my legion of beautiful fans tactfully brought to my attention that All Tomorrow's Parties is not, in fact, a Joy Division song but a Velvet Underground song. Therefore it would likely not go on an album of covers of '80s songs. Like, say, Generation X+1. I am not certain yet whether I'm going to try and pull it and replace it or just pretend that I meant to do it that way. I might be able to pull up another cover out of my library, but I already pulled pretty much everything I could think of.