My wife is working late.
It's raining.
It's gonna be another two weeks at least until our stuff gets here. I wrote two or three songs today, I have itchy record-button fingers. But my mic and mixer are not here yet! Curse you, shipping company, you're killing off my creativity! You're also slowing my wife down, she needs her books. Curse you, shipping company!
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