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Uggghhh. I'm having so many fucking issues writing new material.

a) it's fucking hard writing new band shit when I ain't got no drum set or bass to fuck around on. ... Or band members.
b) writing songs that ain't about drugs is apparently harder than I thought it'd be.

This really fucking blows. I can't even play most of my old shit, so I've just been learning new songs other people've already wrote. That gets real old real fast though.


In other news, I've never been as creeped out by some little girlie groping me as I was in my dreams last night. That might've had something to do with the fact that she kept going on about fucking dissecting me. And then Setsu told her she could have me after we were done with our rescue mission. Worst. Friend. Ever.

But at least I got to ride a fucking dragon to Heaven. That was cool.

Okay it's official, my dream self is a fucking moron. Sarah, why didn't you punch me? I mean, aside from the fact I was in Minneapolis at the time and you weren't, but still!

Ah, there we are! Rather belated in a proper greeting here since I've been back, but that's alright. Seen loads of you already, haven't I! Good party. Amazing how well Americans carry on celebrating some two hundred years after a terrible waste of tea.

Still have gifts I've not given out yet. So sorry, Helena. Couldn't lose your mother in customs as predicted. Hope the tea will suffice!

That said, I've saved the best news for last. Something very old, now new, and very blue, specifically. She's here and disappointingly barren, but oh. Just to see the outside of her again nearly had me making a few public calls myself in excitement. Have a look for yourself! Looks brilliant in the flat!