Treading Water, Treading White Wine
Why do I feel compelled to write in this journal at the strangest times? I just cannot make the break from actual pen and paper that often. There is something that is still therapeutic about the glide of ink onto really pulpy paper. Maybe it has to do with the fact that on a computer, there is no evidence of emotion. If I write in anger, it is evident by the depressions in the paper and extra ink on the page. My handwriting does not change with emotion here in black and white Arial text. It is just not the same. What the fuck? Where did that come from?
I already moved my trip to London twice to accommodate my concert schedule and now I may have to do it again. But Nate and Brendan's band just got a gig opening up for OK Go and Juliette Lewis and the Licks. How can I miss that? But I already moved it back for the Foo Fighters. I can't move it up either because I am NOT missing Nada Surf. Shit. I am starting to think my mother is right...I seem to be letting music rule my life. What the hell am I going to do when I have a more complicated life? I am probably going to leave one of my kids at daycare one day trying to make it to a concert. Sheesh.
I cannot wait to go on vacation. I am shopping like mad in London. I asked for money from everyone for my birthday so I can go crazy. Plus, the golf in Scotland is so damn expensive. I wish I could find 2 other people to play with us...I don't want to play with 2 locals and fuck up the rules. I only know US rules.
OK, I gotta go watch the Sox fuck up the Yankees.
I already moved my trip to London twice to accommodate my concert schedule and now I may have to do it again. But Nate and Brendan's band just got a gig opening up for OK Go and Juliette Lewis and the Licks. How can I miss that? But I already moved it back for the Foo Fighters. I can't move it up either because I am NOT missing Nada Surf. Shit. I am starting to think my mother is right...I seem to be letting music rule my life. What the hell am I going to do when I have a more complicated life? I am probably going to leave one of my kids at daycare one day trying to make it to a concert. Sheesh.
I cannot wait to go on vacation. I am shopping like mad in London. I asked for money from everyone for my birthday so I can go crazy. Plus, the golf in Scotland is so damn expensive. I wish I could find 2 other people to play with us...I don't want to play with 2 locals and fuck up the rules. I only know US rules.
OK, I gotta go watch the Sox fuck up the Yankees.