Feeling much more sane lately.

Which for me means: I'm acting all goofy, telling people I love to go fuck themselves (in an endearing manner I assure you), and most importantly, quite creative and inspired. Mostly it's the weather. I'm really starting to get why folks move away from winter. Anyway, despite the fact that my grass is growing an inch an hour and I blew up my lawnmower I'm feelin pretty good. Not good enough to make time to create real blog posts, mind you but I don't think my wife needs to wield the Louisville Slugger just yet. That and I'm going to Nashville tomorrow. For work, but I may get to go to the Ernest Tubb record shop just the same.



and the real deal...