All Tomorrow's Parties

Kate is… rather like a groundhog. Each winter she shuts herself off from the world and decides her life is in need of a change. Then each spring, she comes out from hiding and forgets any of it had ever happened.

Having been blown off one time too many, I came up with a cunning plan: I would call her every day and play a different Velvet Underground song in its entirety as my message. I figured about the time I'd reach Sweet Jane she'd either throw her phone out the window or call me back.

Unfortunately, my evil plan was foiled before I could get one song off; her voicemail was already full.

Clever girl.