Gunter IV owned a mansion
Overlooking the Biscayne Bay
Stands to make 30 million
When it goes on sale today
Eight bedrooms to sleep in
Whilst watching the morning fog
It’s ridiculous to consider
That Gunther is a dog
The rich staying rich is so easy
Even a dog could do it
He doesn’t even live there
And somehow I already knew it
Based on this story
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful for my abs. They hadn’t been used for many years and now I’m making them work. I think they can remember what to do.
I could die right now, sitting at my chair, as I continue to sort through music files to listen to as I have been doing for year after year. Listen, listen, keep or delete, listen later – maybe later never comes, it doesn’t matter. I enjoy the process. It keeps me occupied with something I enjoy, even if it is endless, somewhat mindless, essentially worthless to anyone but me. I dig it. Twenty million hours of music in a digital library. Keeping obscure and weird tunes in the unconscious conscious minds.
I don’t give a shit what you think. I don’t care if you are pretending to be friends with your acquaintances, if that’s what you wanna do. Your judgment, as mine, is irrelevant. I’m with my people. My singers, guitarists, drummers and whatever. I’m at the club of my dreams, surrounded by the people I love, doing what they love.
I upgraded my guitar playing and have also figured out this app, Capo, that gives you the chords for any song file you have, so I’ve been trying to play along to some Crane, Superchunk and Mudhoney. I don’t know what I’m doing but it’s fun.
I talked with Amy’s student, Na, this afternoon as part of her class. We talked so much that we went an hour over time. She was nervous at first but settled in and I could feel she was happy by the end, especially when she said ‘I want to talk!’
Damn! The enthusiastic students make it all worthwhile.
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