Just took a walk out in the winter wondermint of my neighborhood, that haunting post-blizzard hush...no cars...
Today I worked on lyrics, and when I got stuck, I got up and cleaned something. Every so often I'd turn on the TV, watch a newscaster say, "It's still snowing!" and go back to cleaning or writing.
The bathroom is the only room in the house that I actually enjoy cleaning. It's my room, the one where transformation takes place...where showers turn you from a grumpus into a functioning human being....where everybody knows your name...
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