is it safe to come out yet?

The bird singing outside my window at night reminds me of the mornings I miss. We had a disgustingly inefficient initial practice at MILO today. After Adam left, Josh and I fought for a while, then remembered we're better at playing music than talking about it. We proceeded to shut the fuck up and work out the gory details of a song that had been giving us problems. It has 9 parts, changes time signatures four times, and rarely repeats. It is truly awesome. We are recording it Sunday and hopefully I will be able to preview it here. That is, if he can nail down the final melody by then.

Gina and Neil are visiting this Friday. I have much cleaning left to do in order to fool them into thinking that I am not an utter slob and care nothing for basic tidyness. I don't suspect it will work but I'll pretend anyway (the clue may be the inevitable piles of junk I will not get around to hiding by the time they get here).

The word on the street may be that the party planned (in another apartment) in my house this weekend takes place on Friday rather than Saturday. If so, it is good and bad: good because G&N get to go to a party; bad because they'll probably need to sleep at some point. We may all end up crashing at Josh's in that case. He has plenty of room.

Sleep then more cleaning.