i built the loft for my bed and got the drawing desk and things are finally working themselves into place. you’ll notice i didn’t say f-lling into place, because i’m famously superstitious and a little worried about my construction skills. the loft is a full 6 feet in the air, leaving a good three feet between bed and ceiling. right now i’m playing that great late night game of obsessing over the dumbest shit, in this case, the location of a box of power bars and other foodstuffs from the old apartment. their whereabouts are unknown (although i have my suspicions) and all this unhaving makes me super want them, and everything else that was in the box in the closet that a very limited number of people had access to. uh, this isn’t allegory, i’m actually talking about food that you digest in your stomach. come on, anyone could tell you i don’t eat enough or regularly enough. uh, sstill not allegory. ok, this is it, i’ve finally gone actually, classically crazy.
on an unrelated note, hey western mass, can i live with you next summer? i will play anytime at any venue for no money and put out 40 cdrs. then we can all move to europe and be appreciated!