Off to play music. Hideously out of practice. Will fake it.
If I had a Phantom Zone projector like Superman does, the Phantom Zone would be full of cats.
The cares of life are getting to me like sand in my shoes and my underwear.
I’ve finally figured out how to alleviate my financial woes. It was right under my nose all the time. I’ve been letting all those children and animals live here FOR FREE.
Wow. I had an idea last night/this morning, while drifting in and out of sleep. That’s the first lifting of the creative fog since Saturday. There’s hope for life after jetlag.