I need to feel the cold air on my face and in the room when I struggle out in the morning.
I don't quite know where I'm right now - I haven't recorded as much as I should've or could've within these free days of mine, but, conversely, I've been quite good with regards to illustrations and artistic tasks of that nature.
I really wish I was in the mood to type - I could knock out a book with the amount of mania flashing about in my skull. Pants, poop and poppy cock. (Sorry to the Dutch-men who are offended by the translation of that last one.)
'tonm
xx
No bits here tonight.
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