I haven,t written anything on here in a month and nobody cares, especially me. I feel like I have been busy. Who knows if that,s true, though. Sometimes my brain thinks I,m busy when I,m not. Speaking of my brain being an idiot, I have been having horrible dreams lately. To me, any dream is horrible because I usually don,t have dreams so I get a deep, black, restful sleep. Not recently, though. It,s been a mess of fighting and terror while I sleep.
I was in the snow for a while last week. That was good. I haven,t frozen parts of my body in a long time. I almost fell through a frozen lake. I watched all of The Godfather movies edited together into a fifty hour long monstrosity. I ate popcorn. I slept with the window open and I enjoyed it all a great deal. I also saw a duck standing on leg that was likely frozen to death.
Dorothy Ashby - Soft Winds
After that, I came home, but haven,t been there at all which is very strange for me. I usually only exist within the walls of my smelly apartment, but not now. Not this year. Things are different. I have been driving places and doing things. I wonder how long it will last. Nothing in my life is sustainable.
My Death Cab For Cutie cover band is about to record another album. That,s insane. We finished last month and we,re going to do another one in a couple of weeks. This one will probably take forever and I will hopefully care about it even less than the last one. I cannot believe I chose such an expensive, time consuming hobby. I am too old for everything.
