Sometimes it's super everyday.

It's time to get our democracy on today, people. And I wish I knew where the hell I was supposed to vote. I think the last place I was registered was in Santa Monica, though come May it'll be a year since I was actually a resident. I moved twice last year and was in between places for a good (arduous) six weeks last fall. Try and keep track of that, Patriot Act! Anyway, this morning on my way to Groundwork to satisfy a maté craving, I heard "Night Fever" from the Saturday Night Fever Soundtrack on the radio. Now disco brings me great pleasure regardless, but this particular jam is very special to me.

About a year and a half ago when I was living in Santa Monica the neighbor across the alley went through a phase where he played the SNF soundtrack every morning. And when I say morning, I mean like genuine working-person-getting-up-for-work morning, like 7am. And normally I am a huge hater of hearing other people's anything in my home environment, but this was like a little aural gift from the heavens each morning. Everyday was an auspicious day when it started with "How Deep Is Your Love?" gently wafting through my windows. In fact, I was bummed when the short-lived phase came to an end. The morning DJ stint actually redeemed this guy, because he was a loud talker and he often spent the evenings yapping about work in his very loud, British accent. From what I gleaned he worked on a reality show and once the SNF phase came about I thought perhaps a love connection was trying to be made. But then I saw him on the street one time and realized that it wasn't.

This was super disappointing because a British man working in reality television that starts his day listening to the Saturday Night Fever Soundtrack sounds like my type of guy.

Anyway, vote or die, everyone. Or whatever it is Diddy tells us to do. Speaking of doing what someone people say, I recently discovered Celebrity Rehab and would totally, absolutely do whatever Dr. Drew told me to do. I'm kind of in love.