The Day

Dear Diary,

Washed and brushed, away I from the house, to work my business, my job, a self-employed musician. If I am to eat today I am to play, sweet music, in the hollow hall, abound with acoustic reverberations.

'Tis the final day that we may do the assignment, it's On the Flex already.

I am currently walking into town. The place buzzes with people, in spite of the spitting sky, aye, cats and dogs are waiting in buckets.

Maximus.