It might be that I have to post Shadowboxer so I can get things done....It's not a bad song. But it's kind of stuck in my head and it's distracting and there's stuff to do. So, post and then it won't be so annoyingly stuck anymore? Once, on an evening walk, I saw some guy in a brown hooded garment punching the air as he walked down the hill. Maybe he was imagining he was Muhammed Ali. "Float like a butterfly; sting like a bee!"
Sometimes writing could be like shadowboxing, maybe.
This place is in disarray. Preparing for a new roommate. A young (but adult) girl with a kid. The kid lives with the father though. She seemed very nice.
Maybe in another life I could do something with music.
Off to accomplish stuff. 3 2 1 a-c-c-o-m-p-l-i-s-h...
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