Flavigula

Listening to King Crimson… their new stuff. Mp3. Great. I suppose I love it. I should be happy with it, as it says. But I suppose I should speak about my weekend, which was as unfortunately placid as I might have predicted had I been utterly drunk during the whole of it. The highlight was Saturday night when we had demasiado comida at Eli’s place. She fed us as if we were pigs reined for years in a slop house which enforced fasting. Tortilla con patatas y salad con granada. Also, we brought some self-concoted sushi and she seemed to be happy with it as she should have had to been happy considering the occasion. An aside – she has agreed to cut my filthy and wry hair before I leave this rainy yet tepid place.

That brings me to another point.

After talking to my parents on Saturday night, I have decided, because of, for the most part (not withstanding my horrific guilt concerning the fact that i have not seen them in three years), my complete lack of funds at present, that I shall go to visit my parents for Xmas. Hopefully, I shall have the time and funds to see my wonderful friends who live within the same state (that means you, Tony). Speaking, parenthetically, of Tony, I hope that he reads this and realises that I have no guitar with me and that he should provide one (no matter the quality) so that we can at least create something dismal whilst I am in Austin. I want to play music, tone-tone. Can we? You would not believe the amount of paucity inhabits the silent tunnels of the past two years. I need some noise to gear up my pathetic life. Co delas? ¿Que sabes? What do you think?