Nov 20, 2006 05:26
This post has no humor.
Not because I am upset or serious.
I simply have none left because I have been writing and re-writing the same 5 measures for as many hours and I pretty much want to hang myself at this point.
This has been the most difficult piece of music to write.
Unrelated nonsense begins here:
Can't wait to be back in St. Louis
If I ever eat that much pasta again I WILL die. For certain.
God I need some exercise.
and how a comma can make the above sentence a request/demand rather than rhetorical statement.