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made it to the farm, another 300-mile drive boringly down. i sang most of the way, i should practice singing anyway. for some reason i’m super into Gillian Welch’s cover of “I’ll Go On Downtown”, which isn’t like, germane to my life in any way nor is it particularly ideal for my range (it’s not not either), I just for some reason like it a lot. Oh I tell everybody I’ve nothin to hide while I keep the Devil locked deep down inside
Kiddo was in the creek when I arrived, so I unloaded the car and went down and looked and– I swear she’s grown another foot since I last saw her, she’s like six fuckign feet tall in the last two weeks, what the fuck. Rude, child, rude.
Did I brainstorm stuff in the car? Don’t remember. This last two weeks went by like it was somebody else. Oof.
I gotta get my shit together and remember who I am here. Don’t remember what i wanted to write here now. Doesn’t matter, probably. (Your picture was not posted)