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So much homework done, one article left to receive, and I am home for bed. Argh, the sleepness. Actually, it was worse around 1 and 2. But it would be nice to sleep.
The play counts for Helmet and My Shoes have increased about fivefold each. And That's the Way. I know what I need to do, besides all this crazy school stuff: arrange and record some more solo choral a capella junk. It's so much fun, and there's nobody else to get frustrated with, so my perfectionism can fester and propagate itself to degrees heretofore unknown by amateur recording artists. I want to do Helmet. And My Shoes. And Story In Your Eyes. And maybe write some things.
Meanwhile, though, look! It's the last article.
The play counts for Helmet and My Shoes have increased about fivefold each. And That's the Way. I know what I need to do, besides all this crazy school stuff: arrange and record some more solo choral a capella junk. It's so much fun, and there's nobody else to get frustrated with, so my perfectionism can fester and propagate itself to degrees heretofore unknown by amateur recording artists. I want to do Helmet. And My Shoes. And Story In Your Eyes. And maybe write some things.
Meanwhile, though, look! It's the last article.