So, I’m sick. Again. It would have been nice to have a break this year, but we made that sacrifice back at the start of the year when we fought for good things. Ah well.
I’ve been using my fancy phone to record lyric ideas. They come out like little Alan Ginsberg poems. It sounds pretty awesome with my nose all stuffed up, as well. I might post some. But I’m amassing a stack of lyric ideas and a stack of song ideas for the day when I’m not-tired enough to put all of the above together. If I practiced a bunch, I probably could cudgel 12 minutes of material out of my ideas. That’s a pretty big “if.” Maybe I need a bell system like at school. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG! 9:00, time to rock out!
I’m pretty stoked that I bought Sounders season tickets. Now everyone wants to be my friend. I’ve seriously got 8 people lined up for tickets. I think I’ll give a pair to my parents this summer.
I swear I had something profound to type here. But my brain has leaked out from all the mouth-breathing I have to do to make sure oxygen gets in the system. Being sick is stupid.
I’m going to go help my high-school ex-girlfriend pack up stuff to move to Portland on Friday.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to breathe by then.