Ugh, the insides of my legs and my poor abused collar-bone hurt like hell, and i’m not entirely sure if it was the fault of our mad late-nite bowling excursion, or of my extended hours as a singer-songwriter today. Either way: OUCH!
by krisis
thoughts
Damn, that post took about as long to get right as “Under My Skin” did today. Obviously my brain is fried… or perhaps we tripped my “perfectionist” switch at some point today. If that’s the case, someone really ought to turn it off. (postscript: Of course, in classic fashion, none of the changes i made to the post are there anymore, and i’m not making them all over again. So much for that perfectionist theory…)
The morning is lovely. Maybe it’s not, but i have all of my windows closed and am swaddled in comfy pajamas, so all i really need to see is sunlight streaming through my window to be convinced. I don’t think i’m going outside today; i spent enough money this weekend to carry me through two or three lonely days in the apartment. Instead, i’ll just sit here and stare at that endless perfect blue that frames all the beaten old buildings across the street from me. Contrast.
Well, this one’s off to dreamland, and I don’t think i have a damn thing to do tomorrow, because i was expecting to be hung over or something. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to suggest. Otherwise, i think i’m headed into the studio to record. Of course, that might have been your suggestion, but in the absence of class and work, music is my #1 priority so i tend to shy away from it. We’ll see…