Music Critic

Sam and Brun went to bed. I stayed up later with Otto.

If I go to bed too early, I wake up way too early.

I pissed around with AI.

Later, I realised I hadn't cleaned the kitchen, so I put some Bette Midler on while I cleaned up. Thighs & Whispers. I've delete the three awful tracks and added Martha, It Should Have Been Me, and Here Comes The Flood. (I love electronic albums) I would usually listen to music on my head phones, but this time I put if on the lounge room sound system.

I've been on a bit of a Bette Midler kick lately, after Mark sent me the track, Martha, the other day saying he'd never heard it.

Otto was under the coffee table asleep. As soon as I put the music on, he pulled himself out from under the coffee table, looked around as if he was saying, What is this noise? I'm not staying here and listening to this. I'm going to bed. And he took himself off to bed.

It was funny. It made me laugh. Everyone is a fucking critic.

"Everything okay in the critic section?" I called after him as his cute little arse disappeared out of sight.

Apparently not.

"It was worse before I fixed it." That made me laugh some more.