A song I wrote in February. I was sad. Maybe you can tell.
I had to do something to get "Hot Knife" out of my head. Seriously, I'm obsessed with that song. It really grows on you.
My travelogue of Spain is taking a little longer than expected. I have the book now. I printed out the photos from Madrid - this time editing more carefully - and weeded through the ones from Barcelona. Otherwise, this book is going to end up wedge-shaped.
Just you wait. I haven't gotten out the ticket stubs and ephemera yet!
The lattice looks a little sad. I didn't have quite enough dough left, but I didn't let that stop me.
We had a Sunken Ships band meeting at 9 at Public House. It turned out to be trivia night, so perhaps not the quietest environment to talk business, but we are a band. We're kind of used to loud noises.
I was hoping Alex would be out of work by then so I could load him up with scones, but alas, more scones for me. There are worse things :)