What can I say? Nothing's been happening. I work on music, I watch
Doctor Who, I kickbox.
Mom and Dad put an offer on a house. Hopefully it works out.
I feel like John Watson, from Sherlock.
"Writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you."
"Nothing happens to me."
I went for a run in the rain this morning. It felt nice. Now I'm just plugging away at Music essays again, wishing I could be watching Sherlock.
At least I've got my shock blanket here.
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