That funk is unmistakable!
I feel I should do some sort of essay on the past year. Or the past two years. But then again, two years ago I felt I should do one of the past two years. Or six years. Or some prototypical mentor-like figure of the past or a brief encounter one strange day or whoever is privately affecting me most at now or whenever it was. But I can't even do the laundry first. Because the basement is flooded. And the bat on the otherside of my bedroom wall in screeching. I realize more and more that I have a complete uncertainty as to what will happen to me (a welcome change). But after three killer nights last week I am ready to officially declare myself a rock star. Demo is nearly done thanks to Jonathan. Leaving thursday morning. I'm quite in love. Also quite overwhelmed.