back to things
Today, do nothing time ended, and I have returned to the working force...which means I get to play with spiders and mouse poop in a shed full of old files with broken windows and a nice "a/c system"...I hate money...why can't I just trade rocks or something...that would require about 20 minutes of physical labor (with ten of them being the time it takes to find the shovel in our garage) and a wheelbarrow...(the property our house is on has a nice section of barren shale...its a literal goldmine if my system is employed). And on top of that, I might not even have to work if we all traded rocks...I still have the ones I collected as a kid...oh well, maybe next year...
I hope this isn't too cryptic, but I know you will get it, you're intelligent to say the least:
I threw you the obvious, and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection...except this time not thrown down among a million same. I'm given privilege and am so completely and utterly speechless concerning it all when considering that fact...It is only ever honesty and truth, not simply what you want to hear. If only timing was perfect, then this would have been possible before now, although the wait is worth it as it seems...
At practice today, I hope to write a few new songs at least so that when we go to Long Island we can be ready to take things to the next level. I played straight through two Thursday albums the other day, and I am getting to the point where I am comfortable enough with my playing to make the trip down and give it a shot...
I wish that thinking about everything would have a greater effect on it all, because at that point I would be way ahead of the game. Rather, it just tends to eat me from within, slowly...I cannot keep exhausting my sources of decompression, and I feel guilty doing so, but there is no other way at moment, and I hope to find one soon...even if it involves taking something I already have and going to the next step.
Speaking of things that I have, I don't know where to begin. Simply put, you can have a car with all the features and luxury, but if you don't have the key, it will remain locked and useless until you can finally open and start it...
Time to get back to work...enjoy your day, as it very well could be your last...would you be ready?
I hope this isn't too cryptic, but I know you will get it, you're intelligent to say the least:
I threw you the obvious, and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection...except this time not thrown down among a million same. I'm given privilege and am so completely and utterly speechless concerning it all when considering that fact...It is only ever honesty and truth, not simply what you want to hear. If only timing was perfect, then this would have been possible before now, although the wait is worth it as it seems...
At practice today, I hope to write a few new songs at least so that when we go to Long Island we can be ready to take things to the next level. I played straight through two Thursday albums the other day, and I am getting to the point where I am comfortable enough with my playing to make the trip down and give it a shot...
I wish that thinking about everything would have a greater effect on it all, because at that point I would be way ahead of the game. Rather, it just tends to eat me from within, slowly...I cannot keep exhausting my sources of decompression, and I feel guilty doing so, but there is no other way at moment, and I hope to find one soon...even if it involves taking something I already have and going to the next step.
Speaking of things that I have, I don't know where to begin. Simply put, you can have a car with all the features and luxury, but if you don't have the key, it will remain locked and useless until you can finally open and start it...
Time to get back to work...enjoy your day, as it very well could be your last...would you be ready?