Yeah she's alone and I'm alone and now I know it

I just had a realization. No fucking wonder I have psychological problems. All of my CDs are totally depressing. Here, in conveniently alphabetized list form, is my CD collection.

So, um, there we are. Thirty-one to eight. Ouch-o-fucking-rama. I suppose it all feeds itself. Intrinsically cynical person likes depressing music and the music feeds the void and the void takes the money it got from selling back textbooks and heads off to the Princeton Record Exchange.