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| One minute into the first song and I’m
like floored. This is great stuff. I’m running around
the house tucking last-minute bills into envelopes and debating whether
to wind new strings onto the guitar right now or later on tonight,
after practicing but before going to bed. Everybody who thinks that
this is making good use of my time and energy, hands up. OK, that’s
nobody. So we’re agreed. Does the yard need raking? Yes, but
it’s too damned cold. Admittedly it’s not properly cold
but having spent last week in California I feel like I can call this
weather “cold” and get away with it. I am hungry because
I had coffee for breakfast and it’s now past noon. How come
there’s no twelve o’clock showing of Law & Order
any more, anyway? Don’t these people know I gotta watch Law
& Order at noon if I’m gonna have lunch? Bastards. Heartless
bastards. |
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