Fuck off, hope.

Poor and insecure. Caught up in musician ego, pondering noteworthiness. Applied for a full time remote job as a developer and was thoroughly humbled.

Cancer doesn't seem to be at the party, but I almost miss it.

Going on the radio this week and noticing how many corners there are in our music where cobwebs can gather.

Playing music with ultra-informed Miguel Urbiztondo is a joy. He's even poorer than us, or appears to be.

Finally got approved for food stamps. It's troubling to feel the need to hide our use of them from clients and potential clients as it might be seen as a reflection of our worth.

Yay for hugs.

20/11/2022