Where did my life go

Did I even have a life? I didn't even like brow. I didn't like my housemates, I didn't really like Cecily either.  I want to make my own music in my new house with a cathedral roof. I want to start my own business. I have the skills required. I could do this is another country but I have so many great contacts here.

Why don't they talk to me

I don't know... I'm a nice, fun, interesting guy. Only takes 5 seconds to reply. Maybe they just don't use Facebook chat often and forget. Maybe people are worried they'll grow to really like me and then I'll ignore them. I wouldn't do that. I still talk to all my friends, they just don't talk to me. It's sad. Oh well, there are plenty others that will talk to me, I can't be loved by everyone. I'll show them all what they're missing.

Albany with bare feet

Today I'm driving to Albany with a band to play trumpet with them. I don't know what to say. I know what I want to say, but I fear that they'll somehow find this post. That's extremely unlikely. I'll rename the post to be sure. Albany is a depressing place. There's nothing there. It's cold, windy,  isolated. This band needs a lot of work, lots of rehearsal time, especially with their new drummer.

New drummer sounded good. They all sounded good. Just the song writing is a bit lame.

It's quite nice here... Too many flies though. Here are some pictures.