That’s what t9 translated to my tin-can-talkie-box when i tried to text ‘good times.’

I have a hard time remembering what day of the week it is. I drove in on the first, but just went to bed. Then caught you up yesterday on the next 2 days… it’s already been that long?! Shit. well, I have one and 3/4 of a song written, a whole lot of other gibberish in my notebook, and I’ve been reading Jitterbug Perfume. Been writing more prose than music… feels good, though. I went to the Ideal mart earlier and bought smokes, tea, and what I thought was a wise decision in an umbrellas form. Very ideal!

When I opened my door earlier, there was a giant waterfall rushing from the roof, dear little umbrella screamed and ran away. I need some kind of industrial patio umbrella to brave the rain in this town. I managed to swim my way to the kitchen/lounge where neither cream for tea, or bandaides for my poor doggie’s blisters could be found. But I did discover a big basket full of cheerfully tinted condoms…

Carol’s word of the day is Manichean: pertaining to a strongly dualistic world view. She was disappointed. Manichean is cat balls compared to a word like Bloviate. But I wouldn’t know the first thing about that word.

I’ll bloviate more later, Im going to leave this contraption that keeps picking songs it thinks I need to hear mmm little help from my Beatle friends is nice contrast to some stars of track and field. Oh, hello dear eels, rock me on outta this joint!
xxoo

Evening’s end: goodnight, farewell, and previously impossible love bubbles. shit. somebody squish them.