boo!

Today is the first day of the rest of the month. I think I will pop in some Depeche Mode to write my first hundred words or so. Then perhaps I will pop in some And One. Then the novel will take on gothy undertones. To cure this, I shall then put in some Ace of Base. That will end poorly, so then we have some Gogol Bordello. This too will be too much to handle, so I shall settle for budgie chirping until the wee hours (of eleven pm, i mean). So tired, my bones ache, i am 345 years old.