Yesterday I was so miserable I didn’t want to think about anything other than being miserable. Today is much the same, but a stray idea popped into my head after work tonight anyway. Four hours later I’ve got three songs sketched out. Maybe I’ll force myself to do this after all. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to not caring again. Who knows.
Two of the three songs are completely arranged and even have melodies. The third song is just bass and drums but the form is set.
We’ll see.
It’s almost like she can sense that about six hours from now DJ Roomba will roll.
I hate winter. I hate snow. Even when it looks pretty.
This was very heavy and very awkward but not nearly as heavy and awkward as I expected it to be.
If life isn’t depressing enough, how’s this for a punch in the nut sack?
These pictures were taken the last time the band played together… one year ago today.
I am so sick of COVID.
The Bruins had a come from behind win tonight. Nice that something not terrible happened somewhere, right?
Patches is sensing how bad today has been.
As worst days of your life go, today was one of them.
Patches wants me to just shut up and go to sleep so that she can crawl on top of my head.
Trying to distract myself from the goings on elsewhere.
We are still waiting on two new end tables and a new mattress, but everything else is set (except for the box between the dressers that still needs to go to the cellar.
Also, a slight change of decor in the living room, with a theme.
