Saturday, January 10, 2004
Odd musical headspace of late; it seems that all I'm listening to are the R&B #1s of 1983 (about to head, headlong, into '84) and my favorite tracks of 2003, often back-to-back. But shit, as cold as it is - our average low for January 10th is 34 degrees, and we won't even hit that as a high today; right now, the wind chill is 8 fucking degrees - I could do worse than to stay inside and write all day. Which is likely what I'll do. Well, that and watch some football, of course.