I am about to prove that there is little difference between 'diary' and 'diarrhea'. It's an experiment that could take years, so put your seatbelt on, grab the chicken bar and start screaming! Actually, this is going to be really boring...it's the chronicle of my life from age 48 until....
Friday, November 30, 2012
Jam For Breakfast
Every morning I walk Wendy to the music building at UofT. Once I'm in her office, I sit down at her grand piano and play Kids by MGMT, then she kicks me out (soft shoe). It's part of a very pleasant daily routine.
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