I'd rather write with a more proper tone, is the thing. I'm just not feeling verbose today.
It's only congestion, fatigue, back to back everything on my plate. Not allowed to lay my head down.
I'm almost looking forward to this job now. I'm concerned about getting fatty liver, I've been eating quite a bit of junk lately. It's all I can afford. I don't call the shots anymore. No lessons were learned, no knowledge was gleaned. Tommorow comes today.
The grass really is greener on their side. At least I know it to be true now. I'm not a good person.
I'd kill for some Benihana. I miss having money.
Remas hasn't responded to my DM. I'm hoping to God she's okay.
I don't like being at home if nobody else is there.
This isn't the most interesting post, is it? Let me talk about what I'm working on.
Workshopping some concepts for another set of songs, it's a little too ambitious. The idea is rly gestalt, it's just heritage drums and gut kicked bass again. It's just stings. The pull factor is the monologuing, I'm gonna talk about this issue I've got with what a city rep guy did when I was documenting like 2 years ago. It's also about Greenlight. I'm thinking about Patti Smith, and Johnny Cash, and Gil Scott Heron.
I have that headache again.
I was reading Miracleman yesterday. Moore is always a good read, he's right about everything. In contrast, I'm reading The New Invaders. Total dogshit, but it's so intriguing. I love the team lineup , I wish they had a writer that didn't hate women. I love the idea of The New Invaders, I guess. They're more interesting than the initial version of The Thunderbolts. I'm not gonna see the movie cause of the boycott, I'm sure it's as good as they say.
I'm trying with all my might, all my strength, all my heart to not think about them. I'm glad I'm not on Instagram, I was becoming too clingy and unwell, it doesn't help with attachment problems. I'm not sure whether I think it's good or bad that nobody reads these. For the sake of facilitating this deposition device, it's probably best if I write without fear of inciting negative feelings in others.
And yet... I'm so happy. I've learned of a secret. It is the most joyous, most beautiful, most wonderful little secret. One that concerns them, my heart is so happy. I must keep it inside. I have to stay hush-hush! No more griping, no more bad news. I'm so excited, I can hardly contain my anticipation.
A beautiful day will soon come.
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