Got home early, went skateboarding. It helps. For a while. But who cares?

I have 120 tests waiting in my bag to grade. Don’t care.

I have a bedroom to remodel. Don’t care.

I won $50 playing scratch lottery tickets. Don’t care.

I’m sure there’s a million more things I should be doing, but I just don’t care. I managed to cook pasta and play music, that’s about it.

I can’t make myself let go of that ever so tiny hope. Hopeless. Just forget about it. I’m going to do karaoke on Thursday. I put up a bunch more shows to go to. Tomorrow, I should get a haircut or get a therapist or get started on the refinance of my mortgage. I’ll try to dig out of this.

Here’s my recording for today. I messed around with the Esus2 chord a lot. I also recorded the vocals later. Somewhat as an afterthought.

I don’t care
if this is how it’s supposed to be
I just can’t do it.