Gray Flannel Dwarf


Jumble Mumble Pie

I took some “me” time today — time I probably should’ve spent getting a haircut or mowing the yard — to do nothing but listen to music. The same old albums — Highway 61 and BOTT. I probably should’ve been more productive.

My weekends are far too short these days, however… and I want to be productive — I want to write music, I want to cook, etc… but after being so busy during the week, it’s hard to do that.

And I said I never wanted to be that kind of person.

I want to observe, but not have to analyze, for once.

I don’t hate what I do during the week, these days — although Mondays are tough — all things considered, I can say I’ve been learning things across a variety of different talent swaths. But then, tonight, I happened to look back at her livejournal. I read her old entries, saw the colours she expressed, the vivid imagery, and it just made me a bit… I dunno… wistful?

I’m not complaining about any sort of downward tilt in my own weblog — although my writing has changed a lot too — and I’m not complaining about having to work or the quantities or qualities thereof.

Something just doesn’t feel right, and I can’t figure out what it is. Like the itch you can’t scratch. I feel like I’m on some sort of trailblazing mission, progressing… but tearing down history and forgetting to look at anything else in the peripherials.

I dunno. I can’t put my finger on it tonight. Maybe that’s the thing, though — I shouldn’t spend all this time analyzing.

Oh yeah, and for what it’s worth, I’ve totally been diggin’ The Delivery Man in my truck for like, at least the last month+.

cswiii @ 10:51 pm

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