No Surprises by Radiohead

2:53 AM:

Baby eats 6 ounces of formula. Dad sings Radiohead, Aaron Neville and the Smiths (not as well as Aaron Neville or Morrissey, but probably at least as well as Thom Yorke).

When she starts to comprehend the content of my speech, I will probably have to restrict myself crap like the Itsy-Bitsy Spider. For now, though, daddy prefers a heart that’s filled up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won’t heal.