I wanted to play the piano and sing. But life got in the way and it’s now 10:09. 9 minutes past my courtesy noise curfew.

I don’t even have anything to write about. I feel, like Lauren would say, lame.

Yes, my piano sounds like a beat-up old thing in a saloon from a Western movie. I need to get her tuned. Someday.

But in the meantime, I guess I’ll have to let out the creative bug on Flickr…