I have found (I think) most of the songs I printed out before my hard drive died, and am now going to put them in alpha order and scan the ones I don’t have digitally.
Sisyphus is done, and I also turned it into an MP3 and shipped it to mOm. As a song it’s quite fast; as a repurposed, slowed down, dropped more than an octave piece of soundtrack it’s actually very cool.
I need to do a lot more dejunking. I finally freed up the guest room, which was a staging area for clean clothes, and I hung everything, which would help if I didn’t keep stuffing my room with things that don’t belong in the rest of the house but have no appropriate storage. In the end, apart from kitchen and bathroom stuff, I hope to be able to get everything into one room; that’s the desired end state as it’s obvious I won’t be living in this house for the rest of my life although far from obvious when I’ll move.
Tomorrow night it’s Theology Pub! I will be taking a friend to supper and then hanging out afterwards; I wouldn’t miss it as it is at the Heritage Grill and their back room is a treat.
Cpap last night. No writing. My mood is very dark and angry, which is great when you’re writing dark and angry scenes, and not so good when you’re trying to do the sf equivalent of the St. Crispin’s Day speech. I keep losing the thread after a few paras. Cazart.
Keith came by yesterday but I was still feeling very wobbly so I didn’t hang out with him much. I ate the burger he brought me though!
Well, I suppose it’s time to shower and ingest vitamins and painkillers, drink some coffee and suchlike.
Katie is coming over on Friday to do some recording. Blink! She wants to do an album of songs for Alex for when she’s not around. I personally think it will make him cry harder, once he figures out not to believe the lie that she’s there and singing, but what the heck. I’ll try anything that doesn’t involve running. When I was rolling over in bed last night my pelvic joints made so much noise you could probably hear them across the room.