Progress.

Over the past few days I have made 5 songs, sorted my room, had continuous acidy stomachey heart burn, and reviewed a bunch of albums. Also we have real broadband now, as opposed to stolen, so I can see in my emails. I'm getting nominated for an award! What will I do if I don't win? Sheet.

So, Houston, who had that tune with Nate Dogg last year, was in London last week, where he gouged his fucking eyeball out in a failed suicide attempt. That is harsh. I mean, this is a shitty town. And R and B is a shitty business. But that is some King Lear shit. Damn.