Seeing is nice.

I'm a full-time glasses wearer now. Apart from making me look like one of the dudes from Weezer, it also means I'll probably pull less ugly people. And pull less people in general, probably. Unless geek chic is still a phrase.

So, my thick-rimmed glasses in place, I set about writing tunes which blend subtle melodies and throat-shredding screaming and realised that for me and music, time seems to have stopped in 1997.

I really need to start a new band. See, my previous band split up due to pregnancy. Shit happens, I guess. This hypothetical new band would be quiet and awkward then loud and woeful and I'd end every show coughing up my larynx. Good times. I have, like, five serviceable songs for this.

In other songwriter-y news, I've written a couple of acoustic songs. They'll probably never be sung, although one of them's kinda catchy. The other apes a Bright Eyes track a little too closely. I had Another Travellin' Song in my head for about a week without knowing it, I guess.

So, that's enough of my personal life. Next time around, I'll write something interesting. Promise.

Nick