Okay, so, the Bride has to travel to Arkansas now, Christmas week, to the poorest city in the Union. I, in turn, made all sorts of insane promises, such as that I would have all the bookshelves newly Minwaxed upon her return Christmas eve. I think I can do it...have the basement as a staging area and to ensure that wintry feeling and, perhaps to further any free hallucinations the fumes incite, I am burning a CD of one of my fave winter bands ever, The Cocteau Twins. Particularly Blue Bell Knoll and Heaven of Las Vegas. Also made that Clientele comp I mentioned. So it shouldn't be all that bad, with lots o' coffee.
It begs a haiku:
Oh these dreary nights
for graying closet cases
in dream pop basements
Or something!
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