My Weekend's At An All-Time Low
We're supposed to get a whole bunch of snow here. No kidding.
It hasn't happened yet, so we'll see.
I'll just have to stay in and do inside things. Paint. Guitar. Spin. Drink tea and slosh it on the floor as I wander around the house. Listen to the twisted cabaret music of The Dresden Dolls. If Ute Lemper ever rocked with the ghost of Kurt Weill, and got really creepy, Peter Murphy style, it might approach the dark beauty of The Dresden Dolls. Maybe I'm just in a mood.