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2005-04-11 - 6:46 p.m. As much as my will to fill this entry with aprobrious remarks towards our little Tulip stomping assailant might be, I shall sessate myself from doing so. The last few days of tip topper springy weather has rallied the very finest in survivalist genes and all but the most heavily troden on are lifting their heads to the sky once more in preperation for the explosion of color I expect in about two weeks or so. Im dying to send out the invite to our Tulip tea party but alas, I have no clue when the bright bits will unsheathe themselves from their greeny garments. (nails biting etc) Im writing songs like a bastard and may indeed be overdoing it. This coming weekend I intend to busy myself with duties of the house. Spring cleaning has nothing on what I intend to do to the basement.
I have no tunes. I wrote like 4 half finished things last weekend but Im so desperate to sing and write that I forced myself into a rut and had to sit on the porch and do nothing for like 3 hours. Convinced my half finished tunes are destined for the archives with about 400 other unfinished dities. anyway. I miss everyone. p * * |