And the week begins. I laid around in bed pretty much until two or so, and then drug myself out of bed. My copy of The Gold Experience came today, and it's pretty good. Hell, it's probably the best thing The Artist Now Known Again As Prince did since The Love Symbol album, maybe Purple Rain.
Work was work, though a little busier than Sunday and Monday. I'm very much out-of-sorts and it's obviously written all over my face. Nothing specific or even spectacular, just another case of the blues. Not playing, no one special, no friends, no weed, working too much, blah blah blah. It'll swing through soon enough.
Watching the first disc of the fourth series of "The Last Detective", and it's pretty good so far, better than the third season. I find myself warming to Peter Davison as I get older, the really nice guy that gets the job done despite everyone shitting in his sandbox.
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