Five days of rain.
One change of bank account, one bureaucratic screw-up, five telephone calls to fix it, three assurances from three bureaucrats that it's all the fault of a different bureaucrat.
One rhinovirus, four types of pills, three days with a head full of cotton wool and a nose full of concrete.
One laptop virus, one complete reinstall of Windows.
Two backing tracks composed, no lyrics written.
One slight change of plan: I reckon I can do an EP in a month? Five songs?
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