Breakfast at Urban's

The light here is strange today. It's bright, yet temperate, like it's on, but it's on hold. I don't know how to explain it. But it has put me in a funny mood. I just feel indifferent to pretty much everything. That what-do-I-know-who-cares-what's-the-difference-mood. I'm not bitter. I'm not sad - just content with giving shit. It's a strange place to be, but not completely unpleasant. I guess it will pass, eventually. I guess that's a good thing.

My fingers are fucked up from the guitar, & I just realized I'm leaving Europe in 9 days. In other words, the time for action is now. I've got packlists to write, March Hares to color, clothes to wash, coffee to stock. I've got dreams I haven't even started to dream yet. & still, all I want to do is sing. Well, you know what? No more! I can sing in Nashville, I can sleep when I'm dead. This is when & this is where & this is 'here we go' & yes, I have got the cool shoe shine. You bet I do.

Future project; Breakfast at Urban's. Yeah, complete rip-off, modern beat. Will be set here:

Or if I could just secretly live [here]. One of the balcony's might be available. Di Leva can water my plants & Despo can light my... eh ... candles. Yes, perfect! The plan of all plans.

See ya there. Just don't jump in my bed, kay?

Love

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