I'm still sick.
It's cold.
So cold it may snow.
My jaw hurts.
And today was an 8-3 Terrible Tuesday.
So cold it may snow.
My jaw hurts.
And today was an 8-3 Terrible Tuesday.
I came home at 5pm.
Ate a pomagranate.
Ate a pomagranate.
Went to the Creamery with Nat.
Then played my uke.
That made all the difference.
Not the best. Not the worst.
That made all the difference.
Not the best. Not the worst.
But here is my cover of 1901 by Phoenix (Birdy's Version). I sound breath-y. But that's because I can't breathe through my nose! And I messed up the words... Oh well. I don't do this often. So here goes nothing.
