I still can't get over the fact that every time I upload a video, Youtube decides to make use of the ugliest frame as the video's thumbnail. I look like I'm angry, but the truth is I just frowned for half a second. I had three frames to choose from and, trust me, this was the best one.
Anyway, this was recorded on May 9th. As you can see, it was not a great night. My mother was sick with a kidney stone that wouldn't pass, along with other maladies. Just one of those nights were I sit in my room and ponder about life, the universe and the amount of Hot Pockets I have left in the freezer, while I play nurse, and pretend I'm fine.
I'm not used to recording myself. At least I haven't done so in many years. I do have dozens of audio cassettes of 'radio shows' I did for myself when I was 9 or 10. I would improvise and play songs and those shows were actually damn good, now that I think about it. Those tapes are around the house somewhere. Someone teach me how to make them into files I can transfer to the computer!
But I digress.
It was not a good night that night. And the silence was seriously freaking me out. I'll be the first one to admit I avoid others. I don't chat, I don't skype and I can't keep up with the ever-changing digital world fads. I'm trying to join the 21st century. Trying, I say.
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