Tra-la-la

This morning I ended my week of being mostly isolated and trapped inside, by my own power and discretion.

I'm not sure why, I just didn't leave the apartment much at all.

I ended up being a menace to my four-track recorder, and unleashed off-the-cuff songs in high quantities, low qualities. Here are two!

Waves of Metre
Paragraphs

It was really fun, though. I am very bad at playing guitars! But there is no end to your output when you can go into the closet and pull out four or even five teenage notebooks chock full of pretentious phrases that rhyme sometimes... Plus, my curious faux-British singing accent is developing nicely. Sweet!

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My parents are coming in to visit me today, for a couple of days. Their names are Ronald James and Cathy Jean, and then they have the same last name as me. They haven't come to visit in lots of years. Not since I moved here. Which was a long time ago.

But they can only stay like a day and a half, because I have to go to Galveston on Monday for more innane work meetings and bullshit. I don't know why we can't at least go to a place that has a beach that's not full of crude oil.

Oh well.

I hope someone nice makes a new employee out of me very soon. My job is going to get really busy soon, and I'm not supposed to even have it anymore. I'm supposed to be unemployed right now. But I guess it's good that I'm not.

Gosh, I need to go pick up my parents.

Peace out?

-Tim.