oh great intentions, covenant with the imitation

I've been trying to write something to submit to Spectrum - I've always meant to do it but I've never gotten around to it. And I'm tired of having inconsequential intentions. Anyway I wrote some stuff tonight, but you know how you get on what you think are amazing late-night spurts of creativity, then you read it over in the morning and think, "wow, I am remarkably disabled"? Yeah, I'm reasonably sure this is one of those times. Piss.

Speaking of which, Sweeny Todd was FABULOUS. Depressing but fabulous.

So I am at home, indulging in one of my guilty vices, a show on TLC which will remain nameless. I have drill tomorrow, which may or may not be a disaster as I have not played my horn since approximately September.

Anyway, I am off to reconvene my current Sufjan Stevens binge. That man is out of control.

Good night!