"Kaputt", the title track from the Destroyer album, is one of my favorite songs of the new year. It beguiles with a sound that reminds me of the optometrist office's waiting room, although I imagine this is a bit weirder, even if it is sonically similar, than smooth '80s music. (If the singer's voice sounds familiar, you may know him as a member in The New Pornographers.)
Anyway, that chill atmosphere is about all I'm capable of tonight. (Ignoring the extra t, the German translation of the title is entirely apt in this instance.) I suppose that's what happens when you do your workout for the day around 9:15 p.m. The rest of the evening you're on the verge of drifting off.