The content of this space seems to have shifted into musical territory, with a lack of actual input.
I have felt a little weary of posting my recent ramblings, as most have been written in a make shift diary. This hesitance bothers me, as hitting that Publish button initially resulted in a sense of emotional release. So, in the spirit of pushing myself past obstacles and ignoring other-self preservation instincts, I will share with you the mundane content of my notebook.
So when I get it together and update this thing, grab a cyanide soda and try not to drool on your keyboard as you are lulled into a deep sleep.
First though, I need to chill some apple cider.
Sincerely the poor man’s Stilnox,