December 2: Scattershot!

I'm a little unfocused right now, so you're liable to get a whole lot of snippets of incoherent things that pop in my head for a while. Like this!

I don't usually wear perfume, but this morning as I was leaving the house I grabbed my Demeter Cinnamon Toast cologne and sprayed it liberally. By the time I got to work I'd forgotten about it, but now every so often I get a whiff of baked goods and think "Mmmm... somebody brought treats!" Then I'm disappointed to find it's just me. But then I'm delighted I smell so damn tasty.

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I've been playing the acoustic a lot lately. I believe I have now mastered "The Saints Go Marching In." Also the Volga Boatman, that droning funerally like song that indicates you're marching to your death. Oh yeah. I'm a rockstar. A cinnamon-toast smelling, death dirge droning rockstar.