If a tree falls in the forest and no one's around to hear it

...then that means you've arrived at my new blog.

Ugh.

So it looks like my childhood dream of becoming a paranoid, sickly shut-in has been achieved beyond my wildest expectations. I went out into the studio at about 8pm last night, then, when I decided that I should probably wrap it up and turn in for the night, it was 5am. Like, in the morning. Sad. Productive, but sad.

The above photos are what NE Minneapolis looks like that early in the morning.