This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
OK, so I'm a few days late. Bite me.
First, my nephew went as Tigger for Halloween. There are few things cuter than a three year old dressed up as Tigger, I'll tell you that right now.
Second, I started training at Sprout's Farmer's Market on Monday. It's a grocery store. I'm gonna be a cashier. Whoo.
Now the important news. I've realized that I've gotten too far away from my roots, musically. I hardly know a thing about blues-based rock any more. So, starting on Monday (which was unintentionally fitting), I am listening to all six of the classic Black Sabbath albums in chronological order. Man, I've missed them. Haven't listened to those for a long time. I wish they'd done more.
First, my nephew went as Tigger for Halloween. There are few things cuter than a three year old dressed up as Tigger, I'll tell you that right now.
Second, I started training at Sprout's Farmer's Market on Monday. It's a grocery store. I'm gonna be a cashier. Whoo.
Now the important news. I've realized that I've gotten too far away from my roots, musically. I hardly know a thing about blues-based rock any more. So, starting on Monday (which was unintentionally fitting), I am listening to all six of the classic Black Sabbath albums in chronological order. Man, I've missed them. Haven't listened to those for a long time. I wish they'd done more.