Music rotted one note
Voice is a little hoarse. Sang for four hours Sunday and two last night and on schedule for two more hours tonight. Rewriting lyrics and pinning down melodies. As I went to bed, the different songs smashed into each other in my head. Something productive and good is definitely happening.
Crushes totally simmering down, which is good. I don't like crushes anymore. Obnoxious, demanding monsters - like diaperless babies.
Acutely aware of my own vanity and doing my best not to feed it. The world needs more humble servants, not more self-inflated egotists.
Busy days ahead. Music for sure, but I must also learn my sewing machine so I can mend a few clothing items. Friend coming into town on the 19th. And it's a VERY exciting football postseason.
Nothing else truly worthy of note, but that I miss my family and friends. I wish I had a teleporter so I could spend an evening running around hugging everyone.
Crushes totally simmering down, which is good. I don't like crushes anymore. Obnoxious, demanding monsters - like diaperless babies.
Acutely aware of my own vanity and doing my best not to feed it. The world needs more humble servants, not more self-inflated egotists.
Busy days ahead. Music for sure, but I must also learn my sewing machine so I can mend a few clothing items. Friend coming into town on the 19th. And it's a VERY exciting football postseason.
Nothing else truly worthy of note, but that I miss my family and friends. I wish I had a teleporter so I could spend an evening running around hugging everyone.