I'm really not ready for summer to end. It's not the return to work part, I'm quite ready for that part. But not for Summer, note the capital, to END. It just means the beginning of the early stages of COLD. And then it'll be snow and ice and ugh. No, more like Ugh. I mean apart from watching Vick EXPLODE at Christmastime, what else does winter have going for it? Nope, Summer wins, clean sheet.
And, before I move onto other things I'll point out that I do know autumn TECHNICALLY comes after summer but I've always felt spring and autumn were more like identity crises than seasons. THAT SAID... Well, I don't really have much else to say actually. I have been working on some new stuff lately, well all summer apart from the parts when I got glares I wasn't... I think I might try talking to Lewis Spivey, runs the Red Room, about getting some stage time try it out on an audience that is not A. Married to me and obligated to applaud and lavish praise or B. Six years old. Confession: The fact I have a burning desire to preform on a stage again is also spurring me on though.