I had a much better day at work, I got all the nice people who were in town. I discovered that if I don't act nice and innocent and instead act like a casual, drawling version of myself, people like me more and act calmer. I even had a few wacked out conversations with people. It rocked. I also had multiple laugh attacks which made me feel good.
I'm writing a short story, or a small book, whichever. It's coming well, I think. And my fingers are getting used to playing the bass strings now, which is good.
William Patrick Corgan... Billy Corgan... I get the feeling I will be seeing you soon. Time and time again, as one of the nice people with whom I have random conversations. Talk to me, babe. Tell me all about it. How can you hate flowers yet make such sweet smelling music? I won't ask until we get close enough so you won't slap me when I ask that. Just kidding...!