The clerk in the weed store recognized me by name and I’m still a little verklempt over my Vancouver Retail Christmas Miracle.
Something I ate disagreed with me so yesterday was a kind of a write off, but at least I got out of the house.
I’m reading up about existentialism.
The instrumental I’m working on is called “The Friend Who Gave Me This Ukelele” and I hope to have a scratch track up in a couple of days. I have decided to call her Pirate, after Billie Eilish
