... well screw it. Make something up.
I'm hungover (well, a little) and doing laundry today. It's one of those beautiful, crisp fall days where the sun is warm but the air is brisk. The kind where a coat is a suggestion, but not necessarily a requirement.
Being a responsible drunk, my plans for the day include a very long walk to go and pick up my car from last night's resting place. If I bring my iPod, and pace myself, it should be a rather pleasant walk. I may take the Tay trail.
I have an earworm that has been burrowing itself into my brain for the last 48 hours. I must have listened to it a dozen times since I first heard it at my sister's place Friday night.
Yesterday was full of music and self-loathing. So good and bad. I've put some weight back on and I'm trying not to beat myself up over it and just pay more attention to my habits and make sure I'm making healthy decisions. In the meantime, my pants have turned against me so I was not feeling my awesomest yesterday.
The music, however... well, the music is good. Three bands in one day. I'd call that a win.