So the Russian spies are being traded for some of ours. All that hoopla and reminiscing of the Cold War just dissipated before our very schizophrenic minds. I was looking forward to building "The Shelter" and stocking it up on necessary survival gear.
I need to lay down vocals on the bands newest track and get my ass to work studying for a Human Resource Management test.
I smell peach cobbler and my studio needs cleaned. Isn't it funny how the world really changes when we go outside? The presence of the sky is so unnoticed. It's vast and full of ever changing masterpieces.
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