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Only once per... thing.

I actually really wanted to go to the haunted house. Otherwise I wouldn't have tried to get everybody excited about it. "Let's just play it by ear," I said. "I bet we can get tickets there." And, of course, we couldn't. It was a clusterfuck. And then I was the bad guy. And it was getting late and it was cold and everyone was disappointed and we just went back home.

Halloween!

I played some music today because I had the free time and because I'm so excited about playing music this weekend. I didn't write anything new, but I got to play something for somebody. Which is always nice. I need to take advantage of that more often. I think I really struck a chord with her today, though. She told me she could feel the emotion in the song I was playing. And she opened up. It was excellent.

I'll have to play clarinet for her soon.Jonathan and Rachel did a fucking amazing job with this. I keep staring at it thinking about how good it looks. It makes me really want to draw my characters as full bodies instead of semi-stick figures. So much so, in fact, that I sketched a couple of them. But I don't have a scanner, so I can't post it. But, damn. They upped the awesome.

And tomorrow I have to figure out what to be for Halloween. Also, what to do.

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Carolynn said…
I thought your take on 6 Dollars Please was really brilliant. Rachel and Jon told me they feel like they've gotta step up their game. Also I taped the uncensored version up to the wall. Never lose faith in your abilities, brah.
November 1, 2009 at 5:34 PM
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