So take this moment.

So, me, I was waiting in line at that coffee conglomerate that happens to carry nifty musique, and what did my wandering eyes did appear? Why, it was Jagged Little Pill. Acoustic. It certainly awoke my innerself much better than the Iced Caffe Mocha with ten pumps of chocolate could ever manage.

It’s really quite awesome to sit here listening to these songs, that really did give me “an opportunity to define [myself] in accordoance to [Alanis],” as she herself so eloquently put it in the liner. The new twist somehow feels like it has grown with me over the last ten years, as if these new versions have the “distance of a decade” as measured in my life. Then, again, I guess that being a part of me, and of all of us, is where Alanis has always been prodigious.

Good morning.