'twas the night before ides

and all through the house were drafts because my landlady's sweet but cheap and i don't got storm windows.

and here's what else on the night before ides:

my lil sis got her eyes made up like a racoon to play a gig in sf with the bass player from bauhaus. i'm her biggest fan. looks like she's got a potential gig scoring music for an adult film.

this is like talking into my own answering machine. nobody really should care except me. so i'll sing at the top of my lung's that killer outcast song, 'happy valentine's every day is valentines happy valentines day.'

thank you and goodnight.