Sunset

In the peak hours of evening, Quinton and I wrote a song. Our melodic chemical reaction was titled Sunset and was heavily influenced by a foreign tale that entranced us both. I'll post a demo once we complete the 5% left to do.

On a more serious note, I cannot cook for shit. Here I am at 2 a.m. eating fried fish leftovers like a vulture. I then progressed on to cruskits - and seeing as the pantry was empty I used spreads of Nandos peri peri sauce, Japanese mayonnaise and strawberry yoghurt. I'll say two things, creative but disgusting.

After 8 days of being house ridden from my surgery, I finally got to do a Mansfield run with my two favourite boys. I'm slowly waking up to where I'll be in less than a month - and its miles from here. Who'll put money on that the heartless one will cry?