I recently busted out my old REM cd, Automatic for the People. Listening to it, I'm suddenly transported to the good ol' mid-nineties. Takes me back to working at Steketee's and countless nights at Aquinas. I remember people I haven't seen in ages like Matthew, Stacey, and Jon. It's funny how music can do that to you. It's like listening to The Monkees reminds me of Denise and Sarah and Christmas at Showbiz Pizza.
I'm too nostalgic for my own good.
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