I had a dream last night (I rarely remember dreams) that I stumbled into a record shop that had a huge tape section and there was a copy of
Epicus Doomicus Metallicus but it was empty, and then every tape I found that I wanted I opened it and it was empty.
Fucking horrifying experience.
Spending all day cutting picture frames and my power saw is being borrowed right now, so handsaw all day it is!
At least I can hear music over a handsaw.