Friday, February 9, 2007
Beddy time for baby
Aw isn't this the cutest picture ever ever ever?? Look at Misch without her little glasses on! She's going to bed! Look she's sitting on the potty! Awwww this one just kills me. I will definitely miss the tiny she-devil while I am in the studio this weekend! Usually I see her tonight, Friday night, and the love marathon begins! Instead this weekend we have to wait till Sunday, and I will come on the train as soon as I can. Hopefully I can have the chicken parm that her mom makes on Sunday evening, if I get there in time. Either way, cannot wait to be snuggy with Misch even though one night is not enough and I have to work again the next morning, and then steal her to Brooklyn Monday night. We have plans, many many plans. I wish the time I spend away from her I could say was invested in something income-producing, something to bring to the nest, but I suppose relieving my creative urges keeps me almost sane and happy, which is important also. So tomorrow starting at noon we (DM) will start recording at a studio in Williamsburg. All week I've been struggling with cold/flu symptoms and freaking out about it somewhat; I took Wednesday off work and have been non-stop slamming tea and airborne water and eating soup and fruit. The results are that I feel pretty good today which bodes well for tomorrow, but I also have such terrible gas at the moment that I have made the whole reception area smell like a kitty litter box and the tums aren't really helping. Hopefully I'm getting ready to shit out the last traces of sickness once and for all.
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one of our plans by the way is to include a room in our mansion/fortress/house to be, for the expression of strong and intense emotions... and i just may need to begin grovelling now, for the purpose of making up next weekend for the lost marathon this weekend : this weekend, which is reserved for the slamming work of one A+ / #1 performer/lyricist/musician/artist/vocalist. no subway born cold/flu bug can stop the magnificent Dead Muse harmonizing songstress. na-uh. no way, no how.
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