I could make sweet, sweet love to blogger all the time, with only brief stops for sustenance and sleep. Perhaps that's just because blogdrive was such an abusive lover, but the point, as well as my horrible disfigurements brought on by year(s) of umm... blog abuse? remain. Ehh... lame joke.
I've begun carrying a book with me everywhere I may go. In it I write little things that pop into my mind and ideas for songs, novels (ha!) and other such things. I tried this before, but the crappy little notebook from walgreens fell apart on me. So I ponied up and got a $8 faux-leather bound thingy. It even has a faux-silk bookmark! Fauxtastic! Ehh... lamer joke. But that's enough chit-chat for now. I'm warming up some tea and heading outside to brave the cold and make it to the music room with guitar intact.
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