Stairway to Charleston

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I hate the radio. Have I mentioned that?

I had a 300ish mile drive from Hell to Charleston today that I was really looking forward to. The usual roadtrip routine involves me picking out 6 random CDs that I haven't listened to in ages and reacquainting myself with some old tunes.

For some reason, I didn't think that would be necessary today...I mistakenly convinced myself that the RadioLand would grace me with its own unique and splendid soundtrack. I thought once I got out of range of my local stations, which are truly horrible, the tunes would be a-hoppin'.

Mistaken.

Radio sucks. I heard Rumor Has it six times, ten Justin Bieber songs, and discovered that about 60 miles outside of Charleston, a town has 5 stations playing some noise that is either a clowder of cats being slowly ripped apart or gospel music. Thus begun the headache.

I happened to have a few good CDs in the player already, so I decided to play a game called "How Many Times Can I Play Stairway to Heaven Between Here and Charleston?"

The answer is I don't know for two reasons. 1) I decided I wanted to try to sing like Bon Jovi. 2) I decided my attention would best be focused on driving through the hurricane.

I can't remember how I was going to end this. I'm wet down to my soul.