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It's settled then: Anthea and I are getting an apartment. 3 cats, 2 crazy girls, 1 house full of instruments and artwork. How quaint.
I woke up at 6:30 this morning and drank and strummed and wrote a song, THE song, that's going to make us into a band.
Somehow I know that we'll probably be called SludgeMonkey.
But for now, just for the afternoon, I'm going to class and dealing with the drama I have unwittingly created like the mature adult I'm pretending to be. It'll all be over soon, I keep telling myself.
It always is.
I woke up at 6:30 this morning and drank and strummed and wrote a song, THE song, that's going to make us into a band.
Somehow I know that we'll probably be called SludgeMonkey.
But for now, just for the afternoon, I'm going to class and dealing with the drama I have unwittingly created like the mature adult I'm pretending to be. It'll all be over soon, I keep telling myself.
It always is.