Tiz a dismal day....I do not see the sun, tho I am burned by it. The wind whispers unfriendly things in my ear, the rain drenches me mercilessly. I want to sleep for a thousand years and dream a thousand dreams....
kaptainkadaver:
Thursday sounds great, we could meet at Starbucks. Around 8:10 pm would be best for me. Let me know if that works for you.
rin:
i wuld love to come play your guitars.