Just listening to a Mars Argo song and having a sip of old holiday vanilla Jager on the way to the wine in the fridge, and also hearing the mumbling, muted chatter in the office where Dustin is recording a video. I got included in a Discord today where I was known before I "walked in," which was weird, but semi-normal. My tits' reputations precede me, hah. I enjoy Mars Argo's music, and it's unfortunate that her showy music career ended when her relationship with Titanic Sinclair ended. I totally get not doing something when you no longer have access to the shit that he could provide, like acoustics, equipment, and marketing. Not like I've really had that or anything, but I can relate. I stop doing shit when the slightest things change in my life. Like, I wake up at eight instead of seven. ... Sorry, had to divert my attention for a second. Poppy started blandly repeating Havana lyrics in my ears, and I had to stop that shit. I used to enjoy her non-se...