However, its mild out. Rain-like. Sky is grey.
I wish I could go for a walk. Stick out my tongue and catch snowflakes.
Except I’m still hobbling, and crutches and ice do not mix. Lesson I learned last night.
Instead I will play Faking My Harlequin by Robert Pollard, on repeat, as its hooked in my head. And make some white pomegranate tea, and get back to work.
Sidenote: don’t you hate it when the first track on an album is brilliant and then the rest is just meh?
Fist shake, I tell ya.
Oh, and here’s the latest PB&J – Nothing to Worry About. Gonna to be an interesting album methinks.
This video kills me.