It slips down my throatt fast at first, then corses into my stomach. There's no alcohol in it but to the Celtic music I'm playing to myself it compliments it greatly. THough its cold, very cold, it spreads through my innards with a curious warmth.

Why revolutionary, well I don't know? I figured it wouldn't be the greatest to write a revolutionary poem / ode of my ass though I might do that some time, but a descriptive parragraph describing my drink goes very well in the mood I'm feeling. I am actually doing better than I was before; I must not let things as happened earlier get me riled up.

I'm continuing to play my show and have like zilch listeners, so whoever's reading this and wants some excitingly lifting up music (Celtic and otherweird types of music?) go to this This Link and click the listen areas for your connection.

NOthing hugely amazing going on now except for the perpetual hang out mode I've been having lately. Haven't made cookies yet, must do that very soon. More later.