I always get really down on the days after shows. Something about the confluence of a week of stress leading up to the show, the emotional toll of reciting lyrics that despite their grounding in nonsensical blabberings are actually, cryptically, often quite meaningful to me, and the physical toll of performance always renders me perfectly useless the next day. To wit:
1. Today I woke up at 10.
2. Instead of finishing editing essays for the application essay company I moonlight with, I emailed my boss and took myself off the the project. To be perfectly honest, I should have done it a long time ago, but tried to power through it plus the workweek plus band stuff.
3. Instead of working on tracks for the solo album I wrote three random verses to Kanye's "Golddigger" that I will probably never want to recite to any track but "Golddigger," and any track I make would sound like a "Golddigger" rip-off, so they're completely useless. Good, but useless.
4. Made an oven pizza at 11 am.
5. Did not go to the gym,
6. Nor shower.
On the bright side, 18 days without coffee and substances. Being not jacked up on caffeine is starting to feel like my regular state of being.
But I could use a beer or eight right now.
This entry ceased to be entertaining a long time ago.
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2 comments:
not only does it prove that, but it also makes you sound like a huge floppy chasm of a man.
why don't you post the lyrics, at least?
i'd also like to refer you to the comment you posted on my blog a while ago re: set of testicles. you can have them back; i think you need them more than i do.
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