After a wonderful and productive day yesterday, I managed today to unproductively play a whole lot of random noise with my software synths. I also managed to stuff my face with junk food. My doctor is going to be the opposite of happy. I see her Tuesday. I am certain she will cluck with disapproval.
In the meantime, I must ensure all the albums on my iTouch have the correct artwork. This is a matter of critical importance. I may lose sleep. I am playing at sarcasm here, but I am layering it too thick because it is sarcastic sarcasm. I may actually lose sleep. These are two problems: a) my tendency to layer the funny to the point where it isn't funny; and b) the losing of sleep.