Reason for stopping: end of scene
War of words at the breakfast table. Huzzah! Very weird to write, because there were places where I really felt the energy was flowing and others where I was having a hell of a time keeping track of the conversation. Perhaps I need alcohol. Or sleep. Or both.
My CD burner decided to work today, so I made a CD for my mom and a couple of mixes for the road trip. Also one for tanaise and one for JJA.
Since I really did not feel like writing today, I'm pretty happy with the quality and quantity of my turnout.
And damn it, listening to Rufus Wainwright makes me utterly crave Harry Nilssom.