illusionofjoy | Sing us a song to keep us warm...

I did go to Strawberry Fields this evening. My friend was working there so we bantered for a while. I played a few songs on the piano in the coffeeshop. I could have sworn I heard some prat call out, "boo," very quickly. Apparently the ignoramus didn't realize that such things only cause me to play with more determination. Heckling an open-mic performer is about the most juvenile thing someone can do in that situation. I'd like to see this prick come up on stage and play something, but I doubt that he has the talent or the brain capacity to do so. Other than that one incident, all went as expected.

I now find myself at WAIH, ripping what remains of the archives. I've gotten through Z and now only the soundtracks and compilation albums remain. Easy stuff - most of those songs were already ripped from other albums.

Ugh - right now my body keeps flipping between feeling sick and feeling alright. I hope it makes up its mind to remain in the latter soon. END TRANS