Holy shitballs. Angst angst. Need to get buried in school work, or something. Right now I am buried in a pile of weird music recording gigs which are keeping me plenty busy but not preoccupied enough.

I had a really hard time keeping my shit together today at a rehearsal with a pregnant friend. Blah blah, same old song and dance. Wept hysterically in a restaurant all through lunch. I’m so tired of feeling this way, and disturbed at my own capacity for darkness and self-absorption.

Next thing you know I am going to be staying up all night writing bad poetry and listening to Sarah McLaughlin.

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