Merry Christmas everybody. At present I’m sitting in the upstairs bedroom at my Nana’s house in Burnside, Christchurch, looking out the window at the sycamore lined park across the street. It’s 17 degrees. I’m feeling a little worse for wear. Yesterday I decided to conduct a social experiment with my good friend Georgia. We drank four affogatos (that’s a shot of coffee with a scoop of vanilla ice cream) back to back. I never drink coffee. The result – an inability to sleep until four this morning. Which made my Father coming into my room to check his emails at eight this morning a somhhhhhhwhat unpleasant experience. And his continued presence despite my sleepy protestations a slight vexation. But the straw that broke this camel’s back – his sudden decision to Youtube search every song ever performed by an obscure dead American solo guitarist named Robbie Basho (listen here - make sure volume is turned up to LOUD for full effect). No doubt this will be an exhausting day. But a good day nonetheless. Merry Christmas everybody. Enjoy yourselves. Christmas can be about as stressful a time as can be, but just take it for what it is and have fun with it. If it all gets a bit much, take a minute to listen to the song above. It’s really beautiful.
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