I'd rather give you a weird, little waltz than a bad pop song. (I actually like weird little waltzes. A lot, in fact.)
There is a mosquito in my room, even though tomorrow it's supposed to snow. Which explains a couple of things. But I'd like to leave you to wonder what those might be.
Contrary to popular (my) opinion, I actually did have some food in the fridge, and was able to throw together quite the delicious dinner. (Mushrooms, shrimp, arugula in a garlic cream sauce over fresh fettucini, garnished with cilantro and parmesan.)
Wine and ice cream are, in fact, a good pair.
Best, most accurate phrase ever: Tenho saudades tuas. Such meaning with such few words. Why can't we have phrases like that in English? Geez. Force an American to branch out, already.
Decided on a usual langourous variety for today. For some reason, I'm feeling this one deeper than the weird, little waltz. I know mom doesn't get these, but... erm... well... oh well.
Here we go, Day 75: https://ia600706.us.archive.org/1/items/Improv102811/10_28_1110_00Pm.mp3
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